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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Storm Bird

Alice Corbin

From “Songs from a Book of Airs”

ALL day a storm bird in my breast

Had struggled to be free,

And I who never sought such guest

Endured in agony.

At last in pain I tore my breast

To set the wild thing free;

“Now you who came unasked, unsought,

I pray you, let me be!”

But at this word my stormy guest

Grew quieter, serene;

And rings of light dropped softly down

From sun-tipped clouds unseen.