Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Ecce MysteriumRebecca Park Lawrence
The voice of the city:
Boy, there in the candle light
Take your silver flute and sing.
See! Outside the lamps are bright
Burning, flashing, rioting.
Take your silver flute and sing!
Music of a million feet,
Plodding, dancing, faltering.
Passers-by, O passers-by,
Come to the rim of the windy sky!
Where the bricks and river meet?
There’s the path I go to follow—oh, to follow!
Up the dusk-dimmed mountain’s hollow,
Where little roads lead higher, higher,
Into the white, white heart of fire.
Do you hear the sob in the wind-wide sky?
Boy, snuff out your candle light,
Bid your flute now cease to sing.
See!—outside the lamps are bright—
Blazing, flashing, rioting.