Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SnowMuriel Ciolkowska
From “Tonight”
T
I am carried to you.
Years I was near you
And you were far.
But tonight of all nights
Was not the night
To be parted.
And seek you,
And sink down by you,
As the flakes falling outside
Sink into the cushioned ground.
Is also a field
Glowing and boundless.