| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Day for Wandering | | By Clinton Scollard |
| | | I SET apart a day for wandering; | |
| I heard the woodlands ring, | |
| The hidden white-throat sing, | |
| And the harmonic West, | |
| Beyond a far hill-crest, | 5 |
| Touch its Aeolian string. | |
| Remote from all the brawl and bruit of men, | |
| The iron tongue of Trade, | |
| I followed the clear calling of a wren | |
| Deep to the bosom of a sheltered glade, | 10 |
| Where interwoven branches spread a shade | |
| Of soft cool beryl like the evening seas | |
| Unruffled by the breeze. | |
| And there—and there— | |
| I watched the maiden-hair, | 15 |
| The pale blue iris-grass, | |
| The water-spider in its pause and pass | |
| Upon a pool that like a mirror was. | |
| I took for confidant | |
| The diligent ant | 20 |
| Threading the clover and the sorrel aisles; | |
| For me were all the smiles | |
| Of the sequestered blossoms there abloom— | |
| Chalice and crown and plume; | |
| I drank the ripe rich attars blurred and blent, | 25 |
| And won—Content! | | | | |
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