| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 148. Departure |
| | | By Hermann Hagedorn |
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| MY true love from her pillow rose | |
| And wandered down the summer lane. | |
| She left her house to the wind’s carouse, | |
| And her chamber wide to the rain. | |
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| She did not stop to don her coat, | 5 |
| She did not stop to smooth her bed— | |
| But out she went in glad content | |
| There where the bright path led. | |
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| She did not feel the beating storm, | |
| But fled like a sunbeam, white and frail, | 10 |
| To the sea, to the air, somewhere, somewhere— | |
| I have not found her trail. | |
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