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

A Visit

Sherwood Anderson

From “Mid-American Songs”

WESTWARD the field of the cloth of gold. It is fall. See the corn. How it aches.

Lay the golden cloth upon me. It is night and I come through the streets to your window.

The dust and the words are all gone, brushed away. Let me sleep.