| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Chicago Spring | | By Yvor Winters |
| | Before returning to Santa Fe I WALK on the streets | |
| Before nightfall | |
| The lake clear and still | |
| Between young leaves. | |
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| My body is gentle | 5 |
| As the light on the pavement. | |
| My fingers play on the air | |
| Like evening wind running in leaves. | |
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| But there is no one | |
| Only return, | 10 |
| Only old roads of last summer, | |
| An old fence like dead leaves. | |
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| The hand of God | |
| Is heavier than mountains. | |
| It stands on the air | 15 |
| Like an odor. | | | | |
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