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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
The Crag
By Louise Mallinkrodt Kueffner
ONCE I was a crag crowning the peak’s sharp crest,
My red flanks bared to the golden sun,
My sharp-serried comb breaking the loose-textured low-fleeting clouds;
And once I was the sudden swift-moving shadow upon the crag,
Fallen from a white high-sailing cloud.        5
Once I was the cone-heavy tree upon the crag,
Tossing long needles in the wind,
Breathing sweet fragrance to the air;
And once I was the glistening spider’s thread spun deftly from needle to needle.
These I was once—        10
Untroubled by whence or whither or why;
Knowing not
Of yesterday, tomorrow, today,
Of loneliness, desire, or love, or joy:        15
Thus I was once.
And once I was the blue, blue sky above,
And made men glad.

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