Harriet Monroe Poems

The little world span round and round,
Singing along her sunny ways,
And all the glory she unwound
She gave to him for joy and praise.
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Bluer than Helen's eyes she lies
Under the blue cloud-drifting skies;
A daughter fair of light and air
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O Love, my love, it's over then—
Your heart flies free;
And it's now no more us two again,
The door on you and me.
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Your voice, beloved, on the living wire,
Borne to me by the spirit powerful
Who binds the atoms and leaps out to pull
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Does she love you?—well, I wonder—
Married twenty years, they say!
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WHEN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time,
Would strike that banner down,
A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme
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Look on the dead. Stately and pure he lies
Under the white sheet's marble folds. For him
The solemn bier, the scented chamber dim,
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How wild, how witch-like weird that life should be!
That the insensate rock dared dream of me,
And take to bursting out and burgeoning—
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What am I? I am Earth the mother,
With all her nebulous memories;
And the young Day, and Night her brother,
And every god that was and is.
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In lazy laughing Panama—
O flutter of ribbon 'twixt the seas!—
The low-roofed houses lie afloat,
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