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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

White Magic

Harley Graves

From “Songs from the Woods”

WHO bids us be wary

Of briar and snake

Is led by a fairy.

Who finds dry wood

For the fires we make—

His magic is good.

Who gathers wild berries

High on far hills,

Or gets sand-cherries;

Or catches the trout

Where the deep hole fills,

Is a mage, no doubt.

Who knows the cool hollow

Where springs drip cold

Is a wizard to follow.

Let the magic begin

With the dawn’s red gold—

But the cook is the Jinn!