Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Noon in the TempleRuth Tenney
From “In China”
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Noons fall silently as flower-petals fall;
From the quiet dream-lit hills they fall
Into the court—petals of oleander falling:
Noons of today, noons of yesterday,
Fragrant noons of centuries ago—
A hush in the wind, the soft tones of a gong
Touched lightly like an ancient song
Begun and never ended. It is so
They come and rest awhile, and then are gone
Upon the wind.