| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 365. Songs in a Hospital |
| | | Open Windows |
| | | By Sara Teasdale |
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| OUT of the window a sea of green trees | |
| Lift their soft boughs like arms of a dancer; | |
| They beckon and call me, “Come out in the sun!” | |
| But I cannot answer. | |
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| I am alone with Weakness and Pain, | 5 |
| Sick abed and June is going, | |
| I cannot keep her, she hurries by | |
| With the silver-green of her garments blowing. | |
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| Men and women pass in the street | |
| Glad of the shining sapphire weather; | 10 |
| But we know more of it than they, | |
| Pain and I together. | |
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| They are the runners in the sun, | |
| Breathless and blinded by the race, | |
| But we are watchers in the shade | 15 |
| Who speak with Wonder face to face. | |
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