| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Long Hill | | By Sara Teasdale |
| | From “Memories”
I MUST have passed the crest a while ago | |
| And now I am going down. | |
| Strange to have crossed the crest and not to know— | |
| But the brambles were always catching the hem of my gown. | |
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| All the morning I thought how proud it would be | 5 |
| To stand there straight as a queen— | |
| Wrapped in the wind and the sun, with the world under me. | |
| But the air was dull, there was little I could have seen. | |
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| It was nearly level along the beaten track | |
| And the brambles caught in my gown— | 10 |
| But it’s no use now to think of turning back, | |
| The rest of the way will be only going down. | | | | |
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