Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
White MagicHarley Graves
From “Songs from the Woods”
W
Of briar and snake
Is led by a fairy.
For the fires we make—
His magic is good.
High on far hills,
Or gets sand-cherries;
Where the deep hole fills,
Is a mage, no doubt.
Where springs drip cold
Is a wizard to follow.
With the dawn’s red gold—
But the cook is the Jinn!