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

Saturday Afternoon

Genevieve Taggard

From “The Way Things Go”

OH, if my soul were lifted like a tree

Up from the little stones that lie on me!

If I could stand

Still on the hill and never move my hand;

No, never beckon, no, nor wave my dress,

But only wait in heavy breathlessness—

Just stand

Still on the hill and never move my hand—

He might come up for balm; he might go down,

Careless and comforted, to town.