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

To Himself in Autumn

Maurice Lesemann

From “Brushwood”

TAKE bitterness into your wailing;

Be like the rock, the hard gray stone;

See there is hunger in your ailing,

Walk scornfully and alone.

Walk scornfully on the fall-brown hills;

And maybe where the wind heaves

And scatters the littered poplar leaves,

Releasing tardy ones to the ground,

You will hear the faint authentic sound

And remember why the wind grieves.