| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 188. On the Jail Steps |
| | | By Agnes Lee |
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| I’VE won the race. | |
| Young man, I’m new! | |
| Old Sallow-face | |
| Good luck to you! | |
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| I’ve turned about, | 5 |
| And paid for sin. | |
| And you come out, | |
| As I go in. | |
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| Ten years! but mark, | |
| I am free, free! | 10 |
| Ten years of dark | |
| Shall gather me. | |
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| My wife—long-while | |
| She wept her pain. | |
| She cannot smile | 15 |
| She weeps again. | |
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| My little one | |
| Shall know my call. | |
| Child is there none | |
| For sin grows tall. | 20 |
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| Now who are you, | |
| Spar of hell’s flood? | |
| And who, and who, | |
| But your own blood? | |
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