| Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry. 1919. |
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| Josephine Preston Peabody. 1874– |
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| 60. Spinning in April |
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| MOON in heaven's garden, among the clouds that wander, | |
| Crescent moon so young to see, above the April ways, | |
| Whiten, bloom not yet, not yet, within the twilight yonder; | |
| All my spinning is not done, for all the loitering days. | |
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| Oh, my heart has two wild wings that ever would be flying! | 5 |
| Oh, my heart's a meadow-lark that ever would be free! | |
| Well it is that I must spin until the light is dying; | |
| Well it is the little wheel must turn all day for me! | |
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| All the hill-tops beckon, and beyond the western meadows | |
| Something calls for ever, calls me ever, low and clear: | 10 |
| A little tree as young as I, the coming summer shadows,— | |
| The voice of running waters that I always thirst to hear. | |
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| Oftentime the plea of it has set my wings a-beating; | |
| Oftentime it coaxes, as I sit weary-wise, | |
| Till the wild life hastens out to wild things all entreating, | 15 |
| And leaves me at the spinning-wheel with dark, unseeing eyes. | |
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