| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Sky | | By Elizabeth Madox Roberts |
| | From “Talk from the Dust”
I SAW a shadow on the ground, | |
| And heard a bluejay going by. | |
| A shadow went across the ground, | |
| And I looked up and saw the sky. | |
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| It hung up on the poplar tree, | 5 |
| But while I looked it did not stay; | |
| It gave a tiny sort of jerk | |
| And moved a little bit away. | |
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| And farther on and farther on | |
| It moved and never seemed to stop. | 10 |
| I think it must be tied with chains, | |
| And something pulls it from the top. | |
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| It never has come down again; | |
| And every time I look to see, | |
| The sky is always slipping back | 15 |
| And getting far away from me. | | | | |
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