| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Midnight | | By Max Michelson |
| | From May in the City MIDNIGHT. The air is still, | |
| And yet there seems to be a sound | |
| Brooding in it, tearing. I hear it | |
| With all my quivering body | |
| But not with my ears. | 5 |
| Suddenly it burstsmuffled, hoarse, detached | |
| From any earthly object. | |
| It is spring | |
| Charging through the night. | | | | |
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