Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Poet at Night-fallGlenway Wescott
From “Still-hunt”
I
For that which I see,
Among words.
Vowel for vocal wind
Or shaking leaf.
But blows through it—
Like that idea, the wind,
Even superseded upon
The scarred sea;
Altering every aspect—
The poplar, the splashing crest—
When it is not
Because we see it not.
Like a wind-bell
On a porch where no wind ever blows?