Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Chinoiseries
By Amy Lowell
Hoar-frostI
I head the herons flying;
And when I came into my garden,
My silken outer-garment
Trailed over withered leaves.
A dried leaf crumbles at a touch,
But I have seen many Autumns
With herons blowing like smoke
Across the sky.