Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
NightHelen Hoyt
From “In a Certain City”
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A piece out of the night.
Something stirs in my heart
That never comes in the light:
And how large it lies in the dark
And through the darkness is rolled—
Vastness, empty, stark,
Wide about where I lie.
Is this how children feel
When the dark makes them cry?