| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Early Morning at Bargis | | By Hermann Hagedorn |
| | | CLEAR air and grassy lea, | |
| Stream-song and cattle-bell— | |
| Dear man, what fools are we | |
| In prison-walls to dwell! | |
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| To live our days apart | 5 |
| From green things and wide skies, | |
| And let the wistful heart | |
| Be cut and crushed with lies! | |
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| Bright peaks!—And suddenly | |
| Light floods the placid dell, | 10 |
| The grass-tops brush my knee: | |
| A good crop it will be, | |
| So all is well! | |
| Oh, man, what fools are we | |
| In prison-walls to dwell! | 15 | | | |
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