Harriet Monroe Poems

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I LOVE my life, but not too well
To give it to thee like a flower,
So it may pleasure thee to dwell
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Sometimes I laugh—what else can a man do
Who does not know ? This little ego here
Braving the void, this fleck upon the blue,
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Sleep softly in your ocean bed,
You who could grandly die !
Our fathers, who at Shiloh bled,
Accept your company.
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Moscow
White Moscow of the pearly towers,
And golden domes for praise,
And chiming hours!
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Noises that strive to tear
Earth's mantle soft of air
And break upon the stillness where it dwells:
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Sweet Idleness, you linger at the door
To lead me down through meadows cool with shade—
Down to the brook, over whose pebbly floor
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Look at her—there she sits upon her throne
As ladylike and quiet as a nun!
But if you cross her—whew! her thunderbolts
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I Love to sit in the sun
And watch the foaming Lyell
Leap over its granite bed.
I love these days that run
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What a boom! boom!
Sounds among the honeysuckles!
Saying, 'Room! room!
Hold your breath and mind your knuckles!”
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She heard the children playing in the sun,
And through her window saw the white-stemmed trees
Sway like a film of silver in the breeze
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