Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The PrayerSkipwith Cannéll
From “Monoliths”
I
There are no Gods in the lowlands:
I will go to the high hills
To seek my God.
As the hawk for the high sun!
For I have cried to Him loudly, and the silence
Was like the cloak of a black dream.
And awake me
With singing, lest I dream no more.