| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Wayfarers | | By Anita Fitch |
| | | EARTH, I dare not cling to thee | |
| Lest I should lose my precious soul. | |
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| ’Tis not more wondrous than the fluff | |
| Within the milkweed’s autumn boll. | |
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| Earth, shall my sacred essences | 5 |
| But sink into thy senseless dust? | |
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| The springtide takes its way with them— | |
| And blossoms blow as blossoms must. | |
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| Earth, I swear with solemn vow, | |
| I feel a greatness in my breath! | 10 |
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| The grass-seed hath its dream of God, | |
| Its visioning of life and death. | | | | |
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