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

Wind-blown

Muna Lee

From “Songs of Many Moods”

I
MY heart

Rooted like the tree,

Like the tree reaches out yearning arms

Clutching at the wind.

II
Out of a universe of things

Two only

Give me any measure of peace:

Rain

That shuts you out,

And wind

That bears me away.

III
If for one hour,

One hour when the sunset is live gold,

I might be a little wind

Running with gray feet along the edge of the world,

Could I not forget

For one hour?