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

To the Man Who Loves Twilight

Jessica Nelson North

WHY do you go along the street caressing with quiet eyes

Gray walls, bleak houses, and the dull wet skies?

Have all things gray your blessing?

We do not love your twilight, God and I.

He pelts the rainy heaven

With gorgeous autumn,—hangs the dripping trees

With yellow apples of Hesperides

In lines

Sweetly uneven.

Loops every sodden fence with scarlet vines….

And where you sit

Sufficient to yourself, hugging the gloom,

I prance with rustling silk and candles lit

To make an orgy in our quiet room.