| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Snow Morning | | By Hilda Conkling |
| | From “Song Nets” | | Song nets, |
| I weave you with all my love. |
| You glitter like pearls and rubies, |
| In you I catch songs like butterflies. |
| You go past my reaching hand |
| With a thin gauzy floating, |
| And the songs are caught |
| Before they fade away. |
| Last night |
| My hand caught a song |
| Of pines and quiet rivers: |
| I shall keep it forever. |
MORNING is a picture again, | |
| With snow-puffed branches | |
| Out of the wind; | |
| With the sky caught like a blue feather | |
| In the butternut tree. | 5 |
| I cannot see the world behind the snow; | |
| But when I look into my mind, | |
| There, with all its people and colors, | |
| The world sits smiling | |
| Quite warm and cosy. | 10 | | | |
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