Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Owl-blastedJohn McClure
“You can trap no sweet
From such nimble things—
They have goblin feet,
They have goblin wings.
Everywhere they flee:
Emptier than air
Are the world and we.”
Shall remember long
All their goblin music
And their goblin song.