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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

O Singer! O Dancer!

Amanda Hall

SO wonderful your fancies seem to me

And rare the revelations that you bring,

I find my hands extended wistfully

To stroke them as I would a skylark’s wing!

And then I dread the more my dim retreat

Where glories turn to tatters one by one.

Oh, take me where you dance with joyous feet

Along the silver highway of the sun!