| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Vigil | | By Wade Oliver |
| | | MY fathers’ bones lie buried deep | |
| In ribbed rock and shifting sea, | |
| And yet my fathers vigil keep | |
| Above the sentience that is me. | |
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| Along my brain’s white commisures | 5 |
| Their lives, a subtle lightning, play, | |
| Lighting the dusk in which endures | |
| The psychic something that was they. | |
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| Within my farthest consciousness | |
| The lightnings flash; electrons move, | 10 |
| And sweep from unformed lifelessness | |
| To life which bids me hate and love. | | | | |
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