| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | These Fields at Evening | | By David Morton |
| | | THESE wear their evening light as women wear | |
| Their pale proud beauty for some lover’s sake, | |
| Too quiet-hearted evermore to care | |
| For moving worlds and musics that they make; | |
| And they are hushed as lonely women are— | 5 |
| So lost in dreams they have no thought to mark | |
| How the wide heavens blossom, star by star, | |
| And the slow dusk is deepening to the dark. | |
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| The moon comes like a lover from the hill, | |
| Leaning across the twilight and the trees; | 10 |
| And finds them grave and beautiful and still, | |
| And wearing always, on such nights as these, | |
| A glimmer less than any ghost of light, | |
| As women wear their beauty through the night. | | | | |
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