| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 106. Among Shadows |
| | | By Arthur Davison Ficke |
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| IN halls of sleep you wandered by, | |
| This time so indistinguishably | |
| I cannot remember aught of it, | |
| Save that I know last night we met. | |
| I know it by the cloudy thrill | 5 |
| That in my heart is quivering still; | |
| And sense of loveliness forgot | |
| Teases my fancy out of thought. | |
| Though with the night the vision wanes, | |
| Its haunting presence still may last— | 10 |
| As odor of flowers faint remains | |
| In halls where late a queen has passed. | |
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