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

Impression

Iris Barry

AT night

Neither joy, ambition, love nor want

In my heart.

But the leaves called

And the earth called,

And there was only waiting

Against the coming of rain,

And the whipping of hair

About my head.