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

Tramps

Maurice Lesemann

From “Brushwood”

MUFFLED in his shabby black clothes

With crab-apple cheeks the wind made ripe—

I wonder where each vagabond goes,

Smoking wise thoughts out of his pipe.

Like a wet blackbird in the rain or

Flapping across the prairie in wind,

I wonder if it’s the devil’s gain or

His, since first he sang and sinned.