| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Early Spring Night | | By Viola I. Paradise |
| | From “Weather Whims”
THE COOL spring night smells good, | |
| Smells of the brown earth | |
| And the strong little seeds | |
| Pushing up through the brown earth. | |
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| My soul swells with thoughts | 5 |
| Impalpable, | |
| Melancholy, exalted, | |
| Blurring me. | |
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| The soft scarce-stirring wind moves through my hair. | |
| Perhaps they are not thoughts, | 10 |
| Those impalpable things which stir my soul. | |
| Perhaps they are my senses | |
| Pushing up like the strong little seeds | |
| Through the brown earth. | | | | |
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