Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.

Dilemma

WHAT though the moon should come

With a blinding glow,

And the stars have a game

On the wood’s edge,

A man would have to still

Cut and weed and sow,

And lay a white line

When he plants a hedge.

What though God

With a great sound of rain

Came to talk of violets

And things people do,

I would have to labor

And dig with my brain

Still to get a truth

Out of all words new.