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

Like Music

YOUR body’s motion is like music;

Her stride ecstatical and bright

Moves to the rhythm of dumb music,

The unheard music of delight.

The silent splendor of the creation

Speaks through your body’s stately strength,

And the lithe harmony of beauty

Undulates through its lovely length.

And rhythmically your bosom’s arches,

Alternately, with every breath

Lift lifeward in long lines of beauty,

And lapse along the slopes of death.