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

The Dancer

Helen Hoyt

From “City Pastorals”

WHY are you gay, little tree,

That you dance on the hillside?—

Holding out your delicate skirt,

Holding out your delicate fingers,

Tilting your little head when the wind comes blowing.

Softly,

Suddenly,

You will shake your twinkling locks,

You will leap and skip, little tree,

Tree on the hillside—

Lightly,

And twirl yourself away.