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

The Sky

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.

It hung up on the poplar tree,

But while I looked it did not stay;

It gave a tiny sort of jerk

And moved a little bit away.

And farther on and farther on

It moved and never seemed to stop.

I think it must be tied with chains,

And something pulls it from the top.

It never has come down again;

And every time I look to see,

The sky is always slipping back

And getting far away from me.