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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Refuge

Sara Teasdale

From “Songs out of Stress”

FROM my spirit’s gray defeat,

From my pulse’s flagging beat,

From my hopes that turned to sand

Sifting through my close-clenched hand,

From my own fault’s slavery,

If I can sing, I still am free.

For with my singing I can make

A refuge for my spirit’s sake,

A house of shining words, to be

My fragile immortality.