| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
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| Anna Hempstead Branch. |
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| 62. While Loveliness Goes By |
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| SOMETIMES when all the world seems grey and dun | |
| And nothing beautiful, a voice will cry, | |
| "Look out, look out! Angels are drawing nigh!" | |
| Then my slow burdens leave me one by one, | |
| And swiftly does my heart arise and run | 5 |
| Even like a child while loveliness goes by— | |
| And common folk seem children of the sky, | |
| And common things seem shapèd of the sun. | |
| Oh, pitiful! that I who love them, must | |
| So soon perceive their shining garments fade! | 10 |
| And slowly, slowly, from my eyes of trust | |
| Their flaming banners sink into a shade! | |
| While this earth's sunshine seems the golden dust | |
| Slow settling from that radiant cavalcade. | |
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