Close the iron doors and let the fire die,
And the faint night-wind blow through the broken walls.
The sugar thickens, and the moon is gone,
And frost threads up the singing rivulets.
I am going up the mountain toward the stars,
But I should like to lie near earth tonight—
Earth that has borne the furious grip of winter
Anthology of magazine verse for 1920 and year book of american poetry / edited by William Stanley Braithwaite [electronic text]
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- Anthology of magazine verse for 1920 and year book of american poetry / edited by William Stanley Braithwaite [electronic text]
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- Braithwaite, William Stanley, 1878-1962
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- 1920
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"Anthology of magazine verse for 1920 and year book of american poetry / edited by William Stanley Braithwaite [electronic text]." In the digital collection American Verse Project. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/BAE6677.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed April 16, 2024.
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Page 19
And given a kind of birth to beauty at last.
Look! —-the old breath thrills through her once again
And there will be passion soon, shaking her veins
And driving her spirit upward till the buds
Burst overhead, and swallows find the eaves
Of the sugar-house untroubled by the talk
Of men gone off with teams to mend the roads.
I think I shall throw myself down here in the snow
So to be very near her when she stirs.