| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 131. Color |
| | | By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson |
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| A BLUE-BLACK Nubian plucking oranges | |
| At Jaffa by a sea of malachite, | |
| In red tarboosh, green sash, and flowing white | |
| Burnous—among the shadowy memories | |
| That haunt me yet by these bleak northern seas | 5 |
| He lives for ever in my eyes’ delight, | |
| Bizarre, superb in young immortal might— | |
| A god of old barbaric mysteries. | |
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| Maybe he lived a life of lies and lust, | |
| Maybe his bones are now but scattered dust; | 10 |
| Yet, for a moment he was life supreme | |
| Exultant and unchallenged: and my rhyme | |
| Would set him safely out of reach of time | |
| In that old heaven where things are what they seem. | |
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