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

Continuance

Helen Hoyt

From “City Pastorals”

WHAT will you find

In the depths of the wind—

What does it hold?

Fold on fold on flowing fold

Clasp it, and your fingers press

Only a soft emptiness;

Only air is in your hand.

Yet this nothing may command

The purposes of men and seas,

Ordering them with a mighty ease;

With that same, that ancient power

That was born in time’s first hour,

In the beginning of change and days.

But never its strength delays

Or grows old, or will weary or rest;

Nor the years diminish its wild invisible zest.