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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
 
Cowardice
By Hazel Hall
 
From “Repetitions”

DISCOMFORT sweeps my quiet, as a wind
Leaps at trees and leaves them cold and thinned.
Not that I fear again the mastery
Of winds, for holding my indifference dear
I do not feel illusions stripped from me.        5
And yet this is a fear—
A fear of old discarded fears, of days
That cried out at irrevocable ways.
I cower for my own old cowardice—
For hours that beat upon the wind’s broad breast        10
With hands as impotent as leaves are: this
Robs my new hour of rest.
I thought my pride had covered long ago
All the old scars, like broken twigs in snow;
I thought to luxuriate in rich decay,        15
As some far-seeing tree upon a hill;
But, startled into shame for an old day,
I find that I am but a coward still.
 
 
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