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

Ballad

Yvor Winters

I sat alone:

Lest thought might fail

Down the fine road of day.

I sat alone.

The swinging flail

Of men will never stay.

I sat alone.

A blade of grass was pale,

Like a woman far away.