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

A Wandering Thing

Robert Nichols

From “Two Songs of the Enigma”

THE HOPELESS rain—a sigh, a shadow—

Falters and drifts again, again over the meadow.

It wanders lost, drifts hither …. thither;

It blows, it goes, it knows not whither.

A profound grief, an unknown sorrow

Wanders always my strange life thoro’.

I know not ever what brings it hither,

Nor whence it comes …. nor goes it whither.