Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Passing NearWitter Bynner
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But now I know:
Dead men and women come and go
Under the pure
Sequestering snow.
And carmine bush,
Under the shadow of a thrush,
They move and learn;
And in the rush
With upward fling
To brush and break the loosening cling
Of ice, they shake
The air with Spring!
But now I know:
Dead youths and maidens come and go
Below the lure
And undertow
Of empty stress,
Or heart of an adulteress:
Each loud retreat
Of lovelessness.
In passing near
Are we confused, and cannot hear
The ways they take
Certain and clear.
Where all around
Was silence; until, underground,
I heard a pace,
A happy sound.
Tenderly smiled,
While under a wood of silent, wild
Antiquity
Wandered a child,
Happy and slow,
Teaching his mother where to go
Under the snow.
Not even now I understand—
I only know.