| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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| The Interpreter |
| | | Orrick Johns |
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| IN the very early morning when the light was low | |
| She got all together and she went like snow, | |
| Like snow in the springtime on a sunny hill, | |
| And we were only frightened and can’t think still. | |
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| We can’t think quite that the katydids and frogs | 5 |
| And the little crying chickens and the little grunting hogs, | |
| And the other living things that she spoke for to us | |
| Have nothing more to tell her since it happened thus. | |
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| She never is around for any one to touch, | |
| But of ecstasy and longing she too knew much, | 10 |
| And always when any one has time to call his own | |
| She will come and be beside him as quiet as a stone. | |
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