Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The SquallLeonora Speyer
I
And the startled lake seems to run before it:
From the wood comes a clamor of leaves,
Tugging at the twigs,
Pouring from the branches,
And suddenly the birds are silent.
Lightning tears at it.
The rain, thudding, implacable;
The wind, revelling in the confusion of great pines!
A coolness:
A sense of summer anger passing,
Of summer gentleness creeping nearer—
Penitent, tearful,
Forgiven.