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

Winter

Charles R. Murphy

From “Growth”

NOW are ye lean, O trees, and shaped for soaring

Over the sacred snow that hides the land;

Now after stress of bitter storms endured

On the spent earth unmutinous ye stand.

Only your faces now are turned not earthward,

However deep your roots are clasped there.

With the gaunt gesture of a saint’s uprising,

Ye are the resurrection that is prayer.