Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
FailureG. Tucker Bispham
V
With great cloud-bastion, arch of mist, and spire
Soaring to win the sun’s first golden fire,
The spacious mansions of the soul arise.
Grateful of heart, fresh-dedicated, wise,
I to my earthly task, at heaven’s hire,
Eagerly turn, and fear no more to tire,
Now such a hope is bright before mine eyes!
Thrills to a murmur and a beat of wings;
Twilight is veiled; “Who stirs—can Love be there?”
No answer on his careless flight he flings:
But, was there not a summons of shy laughter?
I turn; I tremble; swift I follow after.