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

In Mist

Laura Sherry

From “Ridge People”

WHEN you can see the ground’s breath,

And the sky goes muggy

And drops before the world

Like a perspiring window-glass;

When beasts and humans creep to cover

And the steam-boats speak fog-language;

The farm buildings sit still

Folding their hands

As if they hadn’t a thing in the world to do.

A chimney’s belch smudges into nothing;

The earth’s breath noses around the roots of trees;

Heaven-mist seeps through branches

And wraps the country’s heart.