| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Spring Torrents | | By Sara Teasdale |
| | From Memories WILL it always be like this until I am dead? | |
| Every spring must I bear it all again | |
| With the first red haze of the budding maple boughs, | |
| The first sweet-smelling rain? | |
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| Oh, I am like a rock in the rising river | 5 |
| Where the flooded water breaks with a low call, | |
| Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters | |
| And can not answer at all. | | | | |
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