Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
On the WingDorothy Keeley
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Of spring and fall together,
Runs racing up the yellow fields
Into the autumn weather.
And breathless with all living—
The trees are shouting as we pass,
The asters singing in the grass.
When all my songs are sung,
I’ll not be old and crossly sage,
I’ll love the bright hill of my age
Under its winter sun,
And wave the gayest hand I know
To everything that’s young.