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

On Indian Lake

Charles L. O’Donnell

APPLE trees on a low hill

And the dead sun behind;

The water red and still;

No sound, no wind.

Sudden the booming flight

Of coots upstirred;

Overhead, in the early night,

The moon, white bird.