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

The Intruder

Grace Stone Coates

ACROSS my book your hand augustly reaches—

Thrusts it away.

I turn impatient to the window, watching

The tossed trees’ play,

March sunshine glinting on a chilly rain-pool

That snow-banks frame.

A lusty wind comes gusting on its errand

And names your name.

Captive, defeated, having striven I yield me

To thought awhile;

Letting the sunlight on the roughened waters

Bear me your smile;

Hearing the mischief-making wind that named you

Question afresh

If spirit find in spirit full contentment

Only through flesh.