Imagination cannot rise above thee;
Near and afar I see thee, and I love thee;
My misery away from me I thrust it,
For thy perfection I behold, and trust it.
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I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again
by Harriet Monroe
The blue sea bends to the ship
Like a dancer with skirts of lace-
Wide diaphanous laces that curl and dip
In the ardent wind's embrace.
Little rainbows dash at the play
And die of joy in the sun;