Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Song of Young BurbageHaniel Long
From “On the Road”
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And left his ancient smell
Maddened my heart that I was what
A hornèd goat could tell.
Out of the passing crowd,
I know I’m not too well disguised
Nor yet too worldly proud.
Beneath a coat and vest:
I fear my old identity
May fade with all the rest.
And hold a colloquy:
I need those ancient presences
Whose tumult still is—me!