| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | On the Height | | By Eunice Tietjens |
| | From “Facets”
THE FOOTHILLS called us, green and sweet; | |
| We dallied, but we might not stay, | |
| And all day long we set our feet | |
| In the wind’s way. | |
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| We climbed with him the wandering trail | 5 |
| Up to the last keen, lonely height— | |
| Where snow-peaks clustered, sharp and frail, | |
| Swimming in light. | |
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| Sheer on the edge of heaven we dwelt | |
| And laughed above the blue abyss, | 10 |
| While on my happy lips I felt | |
| Your windy kiss. | |
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| You were the spirit of the height, | |
| The breath of sun and air. | |
| A bird dipped wing, and, swift and white, | 15 |
| Peace brooded there. | | | | |
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