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

The Wind, the Rascal

D. H. Lawrence

THE WIND, the rascal, knocked at my door, and I said:

My love is come!

But oh, wind, what a knave thou art

To make sport of me when the days of my heart

Are drearisome,

And wearisome.