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

In Winter

B. K. van Slyke

I AM content to wait for spring,

To cherish winter days;

I am grown fearful of the thing

That hurts in hidden ways.

I almost fear for March to pass

Because of spring’s swift feet;

The hushed green coming of the grass

Will make the earth too sweet.