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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Guadalupe

Grace Hazard Conkling

NO matter how you love me

You cannot keep me home.

Along the airy lane of bells

Beyond the peacock dome,

I know the way to travel,

And I shall go at will—

Where the stone sails await the wind

Upon the holy hill.

The mariners who made them,

They have been long away:

But when a wind from Heaven blows,

They will come back some day;

And I shall hear them singing

And watch the stone sails fill,

Till the white city like a ship

Moves out across the hill.