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

To L. S.

Glenway Wescott

From “Still-hunt”

I
O YOU

Wing-of-the-wind,

Why do you chant

Ree, ree, with the mourning-dove,

And dee, dee, with the male gannet—

When you may live forever

In the fray of her feathers,

And in the tumult of the dark wave

Where he pillows

In all weathers?

II
Why the perpetual sway

Of the air?

Why the rift of the heaven

Into light and dark,

Into black and white of division?

Women are deeper than sound.

They are the storm, which continues

In quiet, in peace, in sunshine,

Healing and building

In the air the airy sinews.