Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
GreyOscar Williams
From “Golden Darkness”
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And the shadowy foam is hurled.
Grey rains are on the hills,
And a grey dusk is over the world.
Move like the moods of the sea;
The mist, a grey unspoken thought,
Is looking strangely at me.
My dreams are still and furled;
For the grey rains are on the hills,
And a grey dusk is over the world.