Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Hymn to NightMax Michelson
From “May in the City”
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Descend and nestle to us.
We built with pride,
Without worship.
Fold them in your veil,
Spill your shadows.
Hide our pride—our shame—
With your nebulous wings.
Unleash your airy hounds.
Come to the sleepers, night;
Light in them your fires.