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I See the snow-drops flutter Their white wings in the gale.
I hear the robin utter On high his gallant tale.
Look where the rash wind chases With clouds the climbing sun!
The day makes merry faces— Gaily her gray steeds run.
The bare brown trees are swinging,
The curled waves roll and rail.
Ho!—madcap Spring comes singing On frosty Winter's trail!
Harriet Monroe
Harriet Monroe (December 23, 1860 – September 26, 1936) was an American editor, scholar, literary critic, poet, and patron of the arts. She was
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