Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Exit
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I shall go in the wind
Down Islip road,
And no one shall mind
The traveler's load.
Down Islip road,
And no one shall mind
The traveler's load.
A slender tree
Round the bend to the South
Shall beckon to me
In the wind's mouth,
Round the bend to the South
Shall beckon to me
In the wind's mouth,
And the white-lipped frost
That clings to the ground
Knows the dream you have lost
Shall never be found.
That clings to the ground
Knows the dream you have lost
Shall never be found.
The slope of it lingers
In driven rain,
But the earth's gray fingers,
Mold it again!
In driven rain,
But the earth's gray fingers,
Mold it again!
In purple bud
And in fretted stone,
In channeled blood
And in crumbled bone—
And in fretted stone,
In channeled blood
And in crumbled bone—
Mold it again
In flesh and in flowers,
'Twixt a rain and a rain
Of April Showers.
In flesh and in flowers,
'Twixt a rain and a rain
Of April Showers.
The CenturyEdward J. O'Brien