Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
CrépusculeMaxwell Struthers Burt
I
By dusk comes down faint trumpeting; it fills
The hollows and the river-banks with sound,
And music is like mist along the ground:
In all the forest paths and secret places,
The lilies seem like small forgotten faces;
And clothed in dimming gold, and by our side,
With muted hoofs, the dead contented ride.