Harriet Monroe

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

I have not where to lay my head:
Upon my breast no child shall lie;
For me no marriage feast is spread:
I walk alone under the sky

EN sunshine met the wave,  Then love was born;
Then Venus rose to save  A world forlorn
For light a thousand wings          Of joy unfurled,
And bound with golden rings  The icy world

II
VE my life, but not too well To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell Deep in its perfume but an hour
I love my life, but not too well

What am I
I am Earth the mother,
With all her nebulous memories;
And the young Day, and Night her brother,

EN dreaming kings, at odds with swift paced time, Would strike that banner down,
A nobler knight than ever writ or rhyme With fame’s bright wreath did
Through armed hosts bore it till it floated high Beyond the clouds, a light that canno...

The patter of a baby's
Upon the floor,
His babble at the door—Ah, these are sounds too sweet, too sweet
Blue sky, save me from tears

O Love, my love, it's over then—Your heart flies free;
And it's now no more us two again,
The door on you and me
And it's now no more the supper spread,

I Love to sit in the
And watch the foaming
Leap over its granite bed
I love these days that run On a burnished golden dial With the blue sky overhead

Dear Wanderer— The sky is gray,
With flecks of blue The clouds rush over
A bird is singing Far away,
And butterflies Taste of the clover

Flowers grow in the grass,
Baby footfalls pass Over the fields once red,
Over the hero's head— For Peace
The earth, through her leafy veil,

Bluer than Helen's eyes she lies Under the blue cloud-drifting skies;
A daughter fair of light and air Dropped among warrior mountains there
White glaciers kiss her feet so fleet— Oh fugitive, too rare and sweet
Will she not fling t...