| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 422. Summer Hail |
| | | By Edith Wyatt |
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| ONCE the heavens’ gabled door | |
| Opened: down a stabled floor, | |
| Down the thunders, something galloped far and wide, | |
| Glancing far and fleet | |
| Down the silver street— | 5 |
| And I knew of nothing, nothing else beside. | |
| Pitty patty polt— | |
| Shoe the wild colt! | |
| Here a nail! There a nail! | |
| Pitty patty polt! | 10 |
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| Good and badness, die away. | |
| Strength and swiftness down the day, | |
| Dapple happy down my glancing silver street! | |
| Oh, the touch of summer cold!— | |
| Beauty swinging quick and bold, | 15 |
| Dipping, dappling where the distant roof-tops meet! | |
| Pitty patty polt— | |
| Shoe do wild colt! | |
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| Listen, dusty care: | |
| Through a magic air, | 20 |
| Once I watched the way of perfect splendor ride, | |
| Swishing far and gray, | |
| Buoyant and gay— | |
| And I knew of nothing, nothing else beside. | |
| Good and badness, go your ways, | 25 |
| Vanish far and fleet. | |
| Strength and swiftness run my days, | |
| Down my silver street. | |
| Little care, forevermore | |
| Be you lesser than before. | 30 |
| Mighty frozen rain, | |
| Come! oh, come again! | |
| Let the heavens’ door be rended | |
| With the touch of summer cold— | |
| Dappling hoof-beats clatter splendid, | 35 |
| Infinitely gay and bold! | |
| Pitty patty polt— | |
| Shoe the wild colt! | |
| Here a nail and there a nail! | |
| Pitty patty polt! | 40 |
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| Once the heavens’ gabled door | |
| Opened: down the stabled floor, | |
| Down the thunders something galloped wide and far; | |
| Something dappled far and fleet, | |
| Glancing down my silver street, | 45 |
| And I saw the ways of life just as they are. | |
| Pitty patty polt— | |
| Shoe the wild colt! | |
| Here a nail! There a nail! | |
| Pitty patty polt! | 50 |
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