dots-menu
×

Home  »  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse  »  Helen Dudley

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Dirge

Helen Dudley

A NIGHT of strange longing

Of dark unrest

Has fallen over the sands.

Like ghosts that are thronging,

Pale shapes from the waters

Arise and I see their hands.

I hear a faint weeping;

Autumn is dead;

Withered the leaves on the ground.

A gray mist is creeping

Out of the north

With the stealth of an Indian’s hound.