| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 219. Spoon River Anthology |
| | | Doc Hill |
| | | By Edgar Lee Masters |
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| I WENT up and down the streets | |
| Here and there by day and night, | |
| Through all hours of the night caring for the poor who were sick. | |
| Do you know why? | |
| My wife hated me, my son went to the dogs. | 5 |
| And I turned to the people and poured out my love to them. | |
| Sweet it was to see the crowds about the lawns on the day of my funeral, | |
| And hear them murmur their love and sorrow. | |
| But oh, dear God, my soul trembled, scarcely able | |
| To hold to the railing of the new life | 10 |
| When I saw Em Stanton behind the oak tree | |
| At the grave, | |
| Hiding herself, and her grief! | |
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