| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Saturday Afternoon | | By Genevieve Taggard |
| | From The Way Things Go OH, if my soul were lifted like a tree | |
| Up from the little stones that lie on me! | |
| If I could stand | |
| Still on the hill and never move my hand; | |
| No, never beckon, no, nor wave my dress, | 5 |
| But only wait in heavy breathlessness | |
| Just stand | |
| Still on the hill and never move my hand | |
| He might come up for balm; he might go down, | |
| Careless and comforted, to town. | 10 | | | |
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