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

Spring

Mabel Linn

A FLICKER of leaves

Across my book,

And a quavering bird-note,

Call me

To the window;

And there—

Is Spring,

Laughing up the slope

With jonquils

In her hair,

And teasing the thrush

Because his song

Is rusty!