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

Quatrain

Anna Spencer Twitchell

AS old I am as that white, throbbing star,

Young as these herbs of spring that quickly pass.

My soul goes up the pathway of the star,

My feet go down the pathway of the grass.