| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | “Newly Seeded” | | By Max Michelson |
| | From “Winds of March” | | The bare boughs are alive within, |
| And the young buds are trembling and curious. |
IT’S for you, little bird, of course, | |
| This sign is meant; | |
| For you burrowing with your beak, | |
| And shaking up sprays of dust. | |
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| Do you not know | 5 |
| How the earth held each yellow shining speck | |
| Close to itself, feeding it, breathing on it; | |
| And from each rain-drop | |
| Picked out the winy pearl | |
| For it to drink? | 10 |
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| Hop away, little one; go find you a worm, | |
| Which with its sleek body, alive, has rubbed | |
| Against wet earth, | |
| Has tasted the sunlight and the warmth; | |
| Or some buzzing one with wings, | 15 |
| Drunk with the sun, whose breath | |
| Blows it up today | |
| And will blow it out tomorrow. | | | | |
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