| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 397. Spring |
| | | By John Hall Wheelock |
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| THE AIR is full of dawn and spring; | |
| Outside the room I see | |
| A swallow, like a shaft of light, | |
| Shift sideways suddenly. | |
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| There is no room for death at all | 5 |
| In earth or heaven above; | |
| He never yet believed in death | |
| Who ever learned to love. | |
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| Build me a tomb when I am dead, | |
| But leave a window free | 10 |
| That I may watch the swallow’s flight, | |
| And spring come back to me. | |
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| Build me a tomb of steel and stone, | |
| But leave one window free, | |
| That I may feel the spring come back— | 15 |
| And you come back to me! | |
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