Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
TrampsMaurice Lesemann
From “Brushwood”
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With crab-apple cheeks the wind made ripe—
I wonder where each vagabond goes,
Smoking wise thoughts out of his pipe.
Flapping across the prairie in wind,
I wonder if it’s the devil’s gain or
His, since first he sang and sinned.