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

The Star

Hi Simons

From “Incidentals”

WHEN the “screws” had made their last round

And the lights in the cells were out,

I arose and peered out the window.

And just over the edge of the prison-wall

I saw a tiny, twinkling, yellow star

Furtively winking at me,

Like the eye of the Infinite;

Mischievously happy

Because it had slipped me a bit of joy

Over the wall, from “the outside.”