Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Shadow CanyonMiriam Allen deFord
From “Under the Cliff”
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In which, most delicately set,
Tall redwood boughs are lifted up,
To form a sky-enlacing net.
The sunshine lies in pools of light;
And iris holds a fragile urn,
With morning’s gems of dew bedight.
And sunlight thrilling through the air.
There is no breath but breezes blowing,
And wild quail rustling to their lair.
That woven sun-rays pierce and cross;
And on the peaceful trees are graven
The little footprints of the moss.
Yet sunshine-stippled all the day,
The calm skies circle you around,
But you lie deeper hushed than they!