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

Early Spring Night

Viola I. Paradise

From “Weather Whims”

THE COOL spring night smells good,

Smells of the brown earth

And the strong little seeds

Pushing up through the brown earth.

My soul swells with thoughts

Impalpable,

Melancholy, exalted,

Blurring me.

The soft scarce-stirring wind moves through my hair.

Perhaps they are not thoughts,

Those impalpable things which stir my soul.

Perhaps they are my senses

Pushing up like the strong little seeds

Through the brown earth.