William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Massachusetts Poets. 1922.

Home-Bound

THE MOON is a wavering rim where one fish slips,

The water makes a quietness of sound;

Night is an anchoring of many ships

Home-bound.

There are strange tunnelers in the dark, and whirs

Of wings that die, and hairy spiders spin

The silence into nets, and tenanters

Move softly in.

I step on shadows riding through the grass,

And feel the night lean cool against my face;

And challenged by the sentinel of space,

I pass.