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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Cobwebs

Oscar Williams

RISE in the cool dim dawn

When a mist is hung on the pane—

The loose gray cobweb of the fog

Spun by the rain.

When the sun’s long golden fingers

Have brushed it away—then go

And watch the sky through the tree-tops

Fall like snow.

And after, when you are tired

And twilight hangs on the leaves,

Listen—and the silence will tell you

Why it grieves.

For the fog, the sky and the twilight

Are the cobwebs that brush the eyes

When a man would enter the dusty door

Of paradise.