Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SanctuaryFlorence Kilpatrick Mixter
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Leaving the skeptic brain in overthrow—
And, swift as arrow from the archer’s bow,
Flies up, and ever upward, like a bird?
Today the heavy mists of doubt are stirred
By distant currents, winds that softly blow;
As if a promise given long ago
Were faintly whispered and as faintly heard.
I sometimes think that high above Earth’s dome
Our hopes from turret to dream-turret soar,
And like gray pigeons build their nests and mate.
There Beauty harbors them when they turn home
From their wide circling, and forevermore
Their sanctuary is inviolate.