William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920.
I Come Singing
I
Cut after rain,
And the cool ripple of drops that pass
Over the grain,
And the drenched light drifting across the plain.
And the swallows
Rallying in clans to the rapid call
From the hollows,
And the wet west wind swooping down on the swallows.
The night like. quick steel
Swung by a gust in its plunge through the pallid ember
Of dusk, and the heel
Of the fierce green dark grinding the stars like steel.