| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 405. I Saw the Clouds |
| | | By Hervey White |
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| I SAW the clouds among the hills | |
| Trailing their plumes of rainy gray. | |
| The purple of the woods behind | |
| Fell down to where the valley lay | |
| In sweet satiety of rain, | 5 |
| With ripened fruit, and full filled grain. | |
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| I saw the graves, upon the plain, | |
| Of pioneers, who took the land, | |
| And tamed the stubborn elements | |
| Till they were gentle to the hand. | 10 |
| Their children, now in fortunes ways, | |
| Dwell in their fathers palaces. | |
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| I saw some old forgotten lays; | |
| And treasured volumes I passed by. | |
| They were but repetitions cheap | 15 |
| For any hucksterer to buy. | |
| The clouds, the graves, the worn old song, | |
| I bear them in my heart along. | |
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