| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Song of Sunlight | | By Alice Corbin |
| | From “Candle-light and Sun”
SUNLIGHT is in my eyes, | |
| Every house edged with light; | |
| Open fields are before me, | |
| Mountains across the sky. | |
| What have I to do with cities? | 5 |
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| Here the gods are clean, wind-swept. | |
| They run along the hills, | |
| Mad with sunlight; | |
| They tumble into a deep canyon; | |
| They take hold of a cloud | 10 |
| And swing with it—listen!— | |
| They drop far off, noiselessly, | |
| Beyond the blue mountain. | |
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| At night they lie down under the moon. | |
| Do you see that hill move— | 15 |
| Heavily, like a sleeper, | |
| Wrinkling his skin, | |
| Moving the contour of pines and rocks, | |
| Resting his hips? | |
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| It is not far to the stars, | 20 |
| Not far for them to lean down and whisper … | |
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| Sunlight, I am mad with your light. | |
| Rocks, I have never known you before. | |
| Earth, your red canyons | |
| Are sluiced through me, | 25 |
| The crests of your hills | |
| Break over me— | |
| I ride upward to meet them. | | | | |
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