Poems by Harriet Monroe
Dance Of The Seasons
... They will brush down the stars like white feathers far blown on dark waves, ...
Our Canal
... To Colonel Goethals and the Other Laborers in the Canal Zone ...
After Sunset
... Scarce dared I lift my eyes, or stir, ...
Wings
... Drift of the day, drift of the night, ...
For A Child
... And go apace Out in the light to find thy dwelling place ...
The Model
... nor chid With change, that recreant pillager, ...
