Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Lake Front at NightJohn Gould Fletcher
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The city rises—
Glittering with millions of spangles
Seen between the dull smoke of the trains,
That struggle and tug laboriously
And bump empty freight-cars into each other
With a noise like surf collapsing.
One or two lights low down
Seemingly blurred by mist,
And waterish stars;
For the wind is bringing rain
To stream down the spangled faces,
And make the light-terraces melt together
Growing more dim.
One or two lights in the silence
Watch the night shutting slowly down dark doors on the city.
Behind her spangled mask
She frowns a little, standing more weary,
But still casting out on the darkness
Her glory, where winds will whirl it
Through dry splinters of grass on the dunes.