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

From “Sonnets of a Portrait Painter”

By Arthur Davison Ficke

I AM in love with high far-seeing places

That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm,

In love with hours when from the circling faces

Veils pass, and laughing fellowship glows warm.

You who look on me with grave eyes where rapture

And April love of living burn confessed—

The Gods are good! the world lies free to capture!

Life has no walls. Oh, take me to your breast!

Take me—be with me for a moment’s span!

I am in love with all unveilèd faces.

I seek the wonder at the heart of man;

I would go up to the far-seeing places.

While youth is ours, turn toward me for a space

The marvel of your rapture-lighted face!

There are strange shadows fostered of the moon,

More numerous than the clear-cut shade of day.…

Go forth, when all the leaves whisper of June,

Into the dusk of swooping bats at play;

Or go into that late November dusk

When hills take on the noble lines of death,

And on the air the faint astringent musk

Of rotting leaves pours vaguely troubling breath.

Then shall you see shadows whereof the sun

Knows nothing—aye, a thousand shadows there

Shall leap and flicker and stir and stay and run,

Like petrels of the changing foul or fair;

Like ghosts of twilight, of the moon, of him

Whose homeland lies past each horizon’s rim.…