| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | An Intimate of Night | | By Clinton Scollard |
| | | I AM an intimate of night; | |
| Its deep and dewy silences, | |
| Its starry parallels of light— | |
| Orion and the Pleiades. | |
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| I share the watches of the moon, | 5 |
| Its golden witcheries I share; | |
| The secrets of the winds that croon | |
| Down purple chasms of the air. | |
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| The lunar moth with emerald wings— | |
| I know its path, I know its goal; | 10 |
| The lone night-thrush’s rapturings, | |
| And all the passion of its soul. | |
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| The gleaming glow-worm in the grass | |
| Withholds no cryptic spell from me; | |
| I sense all attars as they pass— | 15 |
| Their source, their fragrant mystery. | |
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| I am as one who walks alone | |
| Through shadowed gardens of delight, | |
| Seeing the Great Will on its throne. | |
| I am an intimate of night. | 20 | | | |
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