Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
FugitiveSusan M. Boogher
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That pales the Pleiades.
You are the frost
That fires the autumn trees.
You are the sunset
Upon cloud-lost peaks.
You are the silence
Music seeks.
You are the wind-winged dream
I waken to and banish.
You are the hands that beckon me,
And beckoning, vanish.
Yours are the white veils
Of obliterating snow….
You are everyone I pass,
And no one that I know.