| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Glimpses of Her | | By Benjamin Rosenbaum |
| | From “Songs of Youth”
I KNOW where you got | |
| Your blushing cheeks, | |
| Red rose; | |
| And why you can bedeck | |
| Yourself in blue, | 5 |
| O succory! | |
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| You too, | |
| Fields of wheat, | |
| Are in this plot. | |
| You tried to keep | 10 |
| The secret of your grace | |
| With the wind; | |
| But we fools called poets | |
| Understand your language. | |
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| And you, pure lilies of white, | 15 |
| You also I must call thieves. | |
| But I’m glad you are!— | |
| I’m glad you all are! | |
| For Mary’s journey is far-flung, | |
| And I must see | 20 |
| A glimpse of her | |
| As she trips along. | |
| So blush your reddest, my rose! | |
| Show me her eyes, my succory! | |
| Dance again, O fields of wheat! | 25 |
| And you, my lilies, just be white | |
| As her little white hands. | | | | |
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