'Lizette Woodworth Reese...has written more sound poetry, more genuinely eloquent and beautiful poetry, than all the New Poets put together - more than a whole posse of Masterses and Lindays, more than a hundred Amy Lowells.'
-H.L. Mencken, in 'The New Poetry Movement' (found in the book: Prejudices, First Series, published in 1919 by Knopf)
A Rhyme of Death's Inn
A rhyme of good Death's inn! My love came to that door; And she had need of many things, The way had been so sore.
My love she lifted up her head, "And is there room?" said she; "There was no room in Bethlehem's inn For Christ who died for me."