Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
FinisAllen Upward
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A visionary landscape framed in fire
Of earthquake cities, toppling tower and spire
Downward through rifts and gulfs of phantasy.
Never to thrill again that inward lyre
Aeolian, whose sad strains of sick desire
These grosser measures breathe imperfectly.
Is passion’s lightning or affection’s moon.
I floated once on that triumphant tide.
I watch the night succeed the afternoon,
And bide my sleep beneath the ancient stars.