| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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| In the Mushroom Meadows |
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| SUN on the dewy grasslands where late the frost hath shone, | |
| And lo, what elfin cities are these we come upon! | |
| What pigmy domes and thatches, what Arab caravan, | |
| What downy-roofed pagodas that have known no touch of man! | |
| Are these the oldtime meadows? Yes, the wildgrape scents the air; | 5 |
| The breath of ripened orchards still is incense everywhere; | |
| Yet do these dawn-encampments bring the lurking memories | |
| Of Egypt and of Burma and the shores of China Seas. | |
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