| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Spree | | By Katherine Wisner McCluskey |
| | From “Summer Phases”
IN the uplift of spring | |
| Earth had high thoughts in trees; | |
| Smiling her apple-blossoms, | |
| Blushing her peach-petals, | |
| Delicate as a sprite. | 5 |
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| Now she sprawls, | |
| Making loose gestures with spreading vines; | |
| Guffawing vegetables and fruits— | |
| Harlequin melons, Punchinello squashes— | |
| Hiccoughing cucumbers, stuttering tomatoes. | 10 |
| She is mad-drunk with summer. | |
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| Soon she’ll lie still, | |
| Decently covered with the leaf-brown quilt. | |
| She’ll give loud, gusty yawns, then sleep, | |
| Jeered at by rains, pitied by snow; | 15 |
| And wake to chastened, stiff sobriety. | | | | |
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