Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Apple-Tree
By Nancy Campbell
I
I saw them like great birds in the starlight—
Purple and burning blue, crimson and shining white.
And once I heard their laughter gay and low;
And yet I felt no wonder that it should be so.
I heard him say: “The mysteries that enwrap
The earth and fill the heavens can be read here, mayhap.”
“The beauty of the blossom of the spring
I praise,” cried Raphael. Uriel: “The wise leaves I sing.”
Full of the love of God, herein being bound
His mercies gathered from the sun and rain and ground.”
And spoke of coming dawn; and at its word
Each fled away to heaven, winged like a bird.