| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Hills of San Jose | | By Witter Bynner |
| | | I LOOK at the long low hills of golden brown | |
| With their little wooded canyons | |
| And at the haze hanging its beauty in the air— | |
| And I am caught and held, as a ball is caught and held by a player | |
| Who leaps for it in the field. | 5 |
| And as the heart in the breast of the player beats toward the ball, | |
| And as the heart beats in the breast of him who shouts toward the player, | |
| So my heart beats toward the hills that are playing ball with the sun, | |
| That leap to catch the sun | |
| And to throw it to other hills— | 10 |
| Or to me! | | | | |
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