Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Chicago SpringYvor Winters
Before returning to Santa Fe
I
Before nightfall—
The lake clear and still
Between young leaves.
As the light on the pavement.
My fingers play on the air
Like evening wind running in leaves.
Only return,
Only old roads of last summer,
An old fence like dead leaves.
Is heavier than mountains.
It stands on the air
Like an odor.