Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
GoneBenjamin Rosenbaum
From “Songs of Youth”
S
Gone?
The night was moaning
Under the whip of the wind.
I was off through it,
Throwing myself against its emptiness
As it clutched me
And sent a shiver down my back.
Where were the stars and the moon?—
Some thief had taken them
As he had taken her.
The hairless trees were talking wildly—
They were as mad as I,
But I was speechless.
The lazy hours slowly plodded along,
Until God took pity
And placed a red light in the east,
While Peace sprinkled her flowers everywhere.
And I found her!