| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 260. Mountain Song |
| | | By Harriet Monroe |
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| 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. | |
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| My staff and scrip I cast away— | 5 |
| Light-burdened to the mountain height! | |
| Climbing the rocky steep by day, | |
| Kindling my fire against the night. | |
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| The bitter hail shall flower the peak, | |
| The icy wind shall dry my tears. | 10 |
| Strong shall I be, who am but weak, | |
| When bright Orion spears my fears. | |
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| Under the horned moon I shall rise | |
| Up-swinging on the scarf of dawn. | |
| The sun, searching with level eyes, | 15 |
| Shall take my hand and lead me on. | |
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| Wide flaming pinions veil the West— | |
| Ah, shall I find? and shall I know? | |
| My feet are bound upon the Quest— | |
| Over the Great Divide I go. | 20 |
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