| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Cobwebs | | By Oscar Williams |
| | From “Golden Darkness”
RISE in the cool dim dawn | |
| When a mist is hung on the pane— | |
| The loose gray cobweb of the fog | |
| Spun by the rain. | |
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| When the sun’s long golden fingers | 5 |
| Have brushed it away—then go | |
| And watch the sky through the tree-tops | |
| Fall like snow. | |
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| And after, when you are tired | |
| And twilight hangs on the leaves, | 10 |
| Listen—and the silence will tell you | |
| Why it grieves. | |
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| For the fog, the sky and the twilight | |
| Are the cobwebs that brush the eyes | |
| When a man would enter the dusty door | 15 |
| Of paradise. | | | | |
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