This small, slim volume of Parker's poetry was published in 1936. Of the three books of Parker's work that I have read this is the one that I have on my bookshelf (somewhere).
Contains one of my favorites, Unfortunate Coincidence:
By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying –
Lady, make note of this:
One of you is lying.