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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Song of Sunlight
By Alice Corbin
From “Candle-light and Sun”

SUNLIGHT is in my eyes,
Every house edged with light;
Open fields are before me,
Mountains across the sky.
What have I to do with cities?        5
Here the gods are clean, wind-swept.
They run along the hills,
Mad with sunlight;
They tumble into a deep canyon;
They take hold of a cloud        10
And swing with it—listen!—
They drop far off, noiselessly,
Beyond the blue mountain.
At night they lie down under the moon.
Do you see that hill move—        15
Heavily, like a sleeper,
Wrinkling his skin,
Moving the contour of pines and rocks,
Resting his hips?
It is not far to the stars,        20
Not far for them to lean down and whisper …
Sunlight, I am mad with your light.
Rocks, I have never known you before.
Earth, your red canyons
Are sluiced through me,        25
The crests of your hills
Break over me—
I ride upward to meet them.

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