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

The Night

Marion Strobel

From “Song Sketches”

THE NIGHT binds darkness round my eyes

And makes me wise.

The quiet hours beguile—

Like maidens chaste in single file,

Like maidens who have said,

“Be comforted.”

The truth of day falls far away

And far away …

And all the little gaieties

Are dressed in colors as I please;

And sadness has a gentle hand

I understand.

The night bound darkness round my eyes—

I was made wise.