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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
In an Old Logging-house
By Fannie Stearns Davis
OLD house, old room, what do you think of me,
And all my little windy smiles and tears—
My easy woe and easier ecstasy:
Old house, old room, who know the falling years?
I wonder if my loneliness is strange        5
To you, tall windows, free with night and day.
Who else has loved the seasons’ lingering change
Across the courts and roofs? What eyes more gay
Have glanced through you, nor watched the moon too well
Because they sought some face less cold and far?        10
What feet upon your wornout thresholds fell,
More light, more daring, than my dull feet are?
Or, oh, what passionate sorrow may have swept
From wall to wall, and shaken them like cloth?
What weary wounded arrogance has kept        15
A blundering watch here, like a wing-scorched moth?
Has Death lain here, maybe, all night, all night,
Where I in ruddy restlessness do lie:
The folded hands, the lips so smiling white?
O room, what wind of Fate has lashed you high        20
Upon the wave of tragedy and tears?
And I sit here, and write such foolish things!
Old house, old room, who know the falling years,
How faint must be my gloom and gloryings!

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