Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Nestas Morning SongErnest Rhys
I
The vesper-moth mine
That hates the green meadow
And yellow sunshine—
The merry sunshine.
That fell out of heaven,
I doubted, I lost,
My angels out-driven—
My archangels seven.
And trouble, my care;
You are paid with a payment:
The Day-dawn is there—
God’s-gold in his hair.
And step out of night;
And greet him, new risen,
My Day of delight,
My lovely delight.