Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The ReturnOscar Williams
From “Golden Darkness”
I
I shall arise as in a dream,
And part dark curtains on a strange room
Where mysterious candles gleam.
In that weird and wind-stirred place,
And come upon a poem
With a sad face.
Faint through the years that are gone,
And I shall feel over my shoulder
The Silence looking on.
And I shall turn toward the gloom;
He will take my arm and quietly
Lead me out of the room.