Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
O Singer! O Dancer!Amanda Hall
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And rare the revelations that you bring,
I find my hands extended wistfully
To stroke them as I would a skylark’s wing!
Where glories turn to tatters one by one.
Oh, take me where you dance with joyous feet
Along the silver highway of the sun!