Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
In MistLaura Sherry
From “Ridge People”
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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.