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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Wind

Maurine Smith

GULLS take veering way

Through the fresh day;

Crisp brown oak-leaves whirl and rise.

Though my heart flies,

I must go

Carefully and slow.

Eager is the wind, shy

As any butterfly—

I’ll not blur life with my frosty breath,

Nor think again of death!