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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

March

Ruth Loomis Skeen

SUCH mournful twilights, beaded with the rain;

Blurred sunsets and the wild wet dawns;

A pale moon rocked in a tempestuous sky.

Gray hours like driven ghosts drift by

To a gray doom. And over all I hear

God’s age-old laughter down the wind.