Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Field-mouseHilda Conkling
From “Song Nets”
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Hiding when the plough goes by,
Timid creature that you are,
Wild thing,
Were you once in the forest?—
Did you move to the fields?
In your brown cloak
You gather grain
For your secret meals;
You will build a house of earth
The way you remember.
From a baby up to your full-grown feeling
You have run about the field,
As other field-mice will run about
When another century has come
Like a cloud.