| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Liberty | | By David Greenhood |
| | | WANTONLY I’ve been a freed man! | |
| In a weary, checked freedom; | |
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| Far from the spinning in the pure blue of air, | |
| Out of the hymnal curve of worlds. | |
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| And I wish I were caught by an orbit in tune | 5 |
| With the choral serfdom of stars. | |
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| Here, beneath the tree-tops even, I find | |
| Among meadowing sheep random more sure than mine— | |
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| More sure than the frolic of pennies | |
| And the eddy of men in the streets. | 10 |
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| Hear, O Democracy: | |
| Unless I be captive to rhythm | |
| I am least free; | |
| Unless the rose can hold me meek, | |
| Or tiredness of dusk put me to sleep, | 15 |
| Unless I be creature of the morning, | |
| Sheep of a shepherd, | |
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| I am gone far astray in liberty— | |
| Homesick beyond song. | | | | |
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