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

Ballad of Men

Yvor Winters

LIKE long clouds

On the sky-line,

All day men come to me.

I stand and watch them sidewise,

In thought eternally.

And if men pass

They pass like birds

With necks craning aside.

And when they pass I know that You

Or they or I have lied.

And all my life

And all my sight

Are scattered like green sea;

There is death in women walking.

Thus I come unto Thee.