Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SnowtimeArthur Davison Ficke
I
Swallows dipping wing,
Evening light across the wave—
Or some farther thing?
Golden times and lands,
New and wonder-laden faces,
New and eager hands?
Round you cold is furled,
Like this shroud of trampled snow
Smothering the world:
Now can heal or save,
Nor the icy sunlight bring
Swallows o’er the wave.