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

Guadalupe

Grace Hazard Conkling

From “Songs for Places”
Old Mexico

NO matter how you love me

You cannot keep me home.

Along the airy lane of bells

Beyond the peacock dome,

I know the way to travel,

And I shall go at will—

Where the stone sails await the wind

Upon the holy hill.

The mariners who made them,

They have been long away:

But when a wind from Heaven blows,

They will come back some day;

And I shall hear them singing

And watch the stone sails fill,

Till the white city like a ship

Moves out across the hill.