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

Night

Helen Hoyt

From “In a Certain City”

THE ROOM seems hushed and apart,

A piece out of the night.

Something stirs in my heart

That never comes in the light:

Thought of the earth, of how old

And how large it lies in the dark

And through the darkness is rolled—

Vastness, empty, stark,

Terrible and unreal,

Wide about where I lie.

Is this how children feel

When the dark makes them cry?