Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
MoonlightKathryn White Ryan
I
Where my body lies like a reed in snow.
It has altered my room to a satin tomb.
It has made of my soul a silver flute—
A silver flute in a white case, mute;
A silver flute filled with prisoned song,
Long shrill song for your lips to free.