Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The WaterfallEllwood Colahan
O
Down from the sky-land blown,
Why do the mountains loom so tall
And why do the fir-trees moan?
O little wistful waterfall
How still is the evening grown!
Thy voice is a faint, faint sigh.
Ah, must I follow thee, after all,
Away from the Land of the Sky?