Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
It VanishedGrace Hodsdon Boutelle
To C. A. B.
C
Where the hurrying years have fled,
Since they told me you ceased to be,
Since the day when they called you dead?
Death? As a cobweb spun
By night on the dew-drenched grass,
It vanished … I saw you pass
With your face to the rising sun.