Poems by Harriet Monroe
Why Not?
... And see! there's a baby all pink in its carriage! ...
Myself
... And the young Day, and Night her brother, ...
At The Summit
... Smooth steeps of air, and sunward sailed ...
Battle-Flags Of Illinois
... Black fumes from shattered bolts that blew ...
A Power-Plant
... The abysmal fires, grated and chained and bound, ...
The Legend Of A Pass Christian
... The loud storm roared and flashed that night ...
The Garden
... Blowing its little trickling fountain tune into the air ...
A Letter To One Far Away
... Through the clouds' gray portal! ...
The Wonder Of It
... How wild, how witch-like weird that life should be! ...
The Hotel
... green tubs. The electric lights in twos and threes and hundreds, ...
Lake Louise
... Lookstill she stays, and bright, snow-white, ...
At The Ships Rail
... While over and under, the long bright day, ...
Love Songs
... II Your love is like a blue, blue wave ...
In Tuolumne Meadows
... To the sun-tipped crest of the mountains ...
A Little Old Maid
... And dreamed of peace in love's deep wood, ...
