Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
An ImpressionRichard Burton
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Soughing through immemorial trees;
The sense of all that lurks behind
The year’s now tattered masonries,
Where the blithe birds once built their home
High in the air-sweet, leafy dome.
Clear-limned against the buttressed hills;
Slim, beautiful, a tiny pearl
Set round with ruby light that fills
The all-illumined spaces where
No dark may creep nor shadow dare.
The silence of yon dreaming maid;
I could not play her soul awake
With Love’s most magic serenade;
Her thought holds secrets hid from me,
Deeper than mortal minstrelsy.