| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Happiness | | By Maxwell Bodenheim |
| | From Sketches in Color THE MOON, like the ash-colored wraith of a candle-flame, | |
| Hangs bewildered, in a gaudy, blowing afternoon: | |
| So does your little joy hide itself. | |
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| The crippled sunlight drags its huge orange limbs | |
| Over a tiny, squatting hill: | 5 |
| So does your joy pass over me. | |
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| At the end of a red, capering afternoon | |
| The dizzy trees bow slowly to the sun: | |
| So do I salute your happiness. | | | | |
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