| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 68. Nodes |
| | | By Alice Corbin |
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| THE ENDLESS, foolish merriment of stars | |
| Beside the pale cold sorrow of the moon, | |
| Is like the wayward noises of the world | |
| Beside my heart’s uplifted silent tune. | |
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| The little broken glitter of the waves | 5 |
| Beside the golden sun’s intense white blaze, | |
| Is like the idle chatter of the crowd | |
| Beside my heart’s unwearied song of praise. | |
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| The sun and all the planets in the sky | |
| Beside the sacred wonder of dim space, | 10 |
| Are notes upon a broken, tarnished lute | |
| That God will someday mend and put in place. | |
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| And space, beside the little secret joy | |
| Of God that sings forever in the clay, | |
| Is smaller than the dust we can not see, | 15 |
| That yet dies not, till time and space decay. | |
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| And as the foolish merriment of stars | |
| Beside the cold pale sorrow of the moon, | |
| My little song, my little joy, my praise, | |
| Beside God’s ancient, everlasting rune. | 20 |
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