Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Moon in the MorningMary Eleanor Roberts
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In the halls of day?—
Facing the triumphant light,
Reveler astray?
Thou and thine were free,
And the sun, while dotards slept,
Did not spy on thee.
Dost thou seek them yet—
Lovers of the long ago
Thou canst not forget?
Flaunt from sea to sea:
All the work of all the world
Calls the sun and me.
Nay, I will not yield!
Strong to-day in my right hand
Is the brand I wield.
Wherefore haunt me so—
Hanging mournful in the sky,
Pale and loath to go?