| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Folded Power | | By Gladys Cromwell |
| | From “Songs of the Dust”
SORROW can wait, | |
| For there is magic in the calm estate | |
| Of grief; lo, where the dust complies | |
| Wisdom lies. | |
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| Sorrow can rest, | 5 |
| Indifferent, with her head upon her breast; | |
| Idle and hushed, guarded from fears; | |
| Content with tears. | |
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| Sorrow can bide, | |
| With sealèd lids and hands unoccupied. | 10 |
| Sorrow can fold her latent might, | |
| Dwelling with night. | |
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| But Sorrow will rise | |
| From her dream of sombre and hushed eternities. | |
| Lifting a Child, she will softly move | 15 |
| With a mother’s love. | |
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| She will softly rise. | |
| Her embrace the dying will recognize, | |
| Lifting them gently through strange delight | |
| To a clearer light. | 20 | | | |
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