| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1435. “Mark” |
| | | By Ernest McGaffey |
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| THE HEAVY mists have crept away, | |
| Heavily swims the sun, | |
| And dim in mystic cloudlands gray | |
| The stars fade one by one; | |
| Out of the dusk enveloping | 5 |
| Come marsh and sky and tree, | |
| Where erst has rested night’s dark ring | |
| Over the Kankakee. | |
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| “Mark right!” Afar and faint outlined | |
| A flock of mallards fly, | 10 |
| We crouch within the reedy blind | |
| Instantly at the cry. | |
| “Mark left!” We peer through wild rice-blades, | |
| And distant shadows see, | |
| A wedge-shaped phalanx from the shades | 15 |
| Of far-off Kankakee. | |
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| “Mark overhead!” A canvas-back! | |
| “Mark! mark!” A bunch of teal! | |
| And swiftly on each flying track | |
| Follows the shotgun’s peal; | 20 |
| Thus rings that call, till twilight’s tide | |
| Rolls in like some gray sea, | |
| And whippoorwills complain beside | |
| The lonely Kankakee. | |
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