| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | On the Jail Steps | | By Agnes Lee |
| | | I’VE won the race. | |
| Young man, I’m new! | |
| Old Sallow-face, | |
| Good luck to you! | |
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| I’ve turned about, | 5 |
| And paid for sin. | |
| And you come out, | |
| As I go in. | |
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| Ten years! but mark, | |
| I am free, free! | 10 |
| Ten years of dark | |
| Shall gather me. | |
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| My wife—long-while | |
| She wept her pain. | |
| She cannot smile; | 15 |
| She weeps again. | |
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| My little one | |
| Shall know my call. | |
| Child is there none, | |
| For sin grows tall. | 20 |
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| Now who are you, | |
| Spar of hell’s flood? | |
| And who, and who, | |
| But your own blood? | | | | |
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