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

First Snow

Esther Louise Ruble

THE NIGHT was hiding a secret

When it stole

Through the red gates of sunset,

Coming so silently.

We heard it whispering

To the bare trees.

And while we wondered,

The white souls of the autumn leaves

Came softly back,

Drifting, drifting.