| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | My Porch | | By Harriet Monroe |
| | From “Carolina Wood-cuts”
MY porch stands high, | |
| And between the floor and the roof the apple-tree | |
| Shoots in its green branches. | |
| The blossoms are gone, | |
| But silver sunlight dapples the leaves, | 5 |
| And little apples are rounding in the shadows. | |
| Below me in the garden | |
| Young shoots make green lines in the tawny soil. | |
| Little peach-trees border it, | |
| With three dark pines behind them. | 10 |
| And beyond, blue and green through the new-washed air, | |
| Curves upward the crest of a hill | |
| Against the pale blue sky. | |
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| So sweet, so still— | |
| Hardly a breeze is blowing | 15 |
| To rustle the shining leaves. | |
| At peace is the round, green world— | |
| At peace. | |
| Everywhere. | | | | |
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