| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Snowtime | | By Arthur Davison Ficke |
| | | IS it summer that you crave— | |
| Swallows dipping wing, | |
| Evening light across the wave— | |
| Or some farther thing? | |
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| Some report of happier places— | 5 |
| Golden times and lands, | |
| New and wonder-laden faces, | |
| New and eager hands? | |
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| Nay, you know not … But I know | |
| Round you cold is furled, | 10 |
| Like this shroud of trampled snow | |
| Smothering the world: | |
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| Where no trust in any spring | |
| Now can heal or save, | |
| Nor the icy sunlight bring | 15 |
| Swallows o’er the wave. | | | | |
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