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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

These Fields at Evening

David Morton

THESE wear their evening light as women wear

Their pale proud beauty for some lover’s sake,

Too quiet-hearted evermore to care

For moving worlds and musics that they make;

And they are hushed as lonely women are—

So lost in dreams they have no thought to mark

How the wide heavens blossom, star by star,

And the slow dusk is deepening to the dark.

The moon comes like a lover from the hill,

Leaning across the twilight and the trees;

And finds them grave and beautiful and still,

And wearing always, on such nights as these,

A glimmer less than any ghost of light,

As women wear their beauty through the night.