| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Marvel | | By George O’Neil |
| | From “Wings of Spring”
UP on the hill where trees were bare | |
| I saw her go the first spring dawn. | |
| The thrushes came while she was there | |
| And sang when she had gone. | |
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| I looked at noon, and saw how light | 5 |
| Had crept into the apple row. | |
| “The hill,” I said, “will soon be white | |
| With April apple snow.” | |
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| So I was sure that I had learned | |
| Why thrushes sang where she went by— | 10 |
| Yet on the day that she returned | |
| The leaves began to die. | | | | |
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