Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Naked MapleFrederick R. McCreary
From “Hillside Poems”
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You are like a runner who stands naked at the mark,
Calm and certain of victory.
You are glorious in your ease,
Waiting for the first silver whistle of the snow;
And in your sureness
That the yellow medal of a May moon will be pinned to your breast,
Clothed again and triumphant.