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Good Company
To-day I have grown taller from walking with the
trees,
The seven sister-poplars who go softly in a line;
And I think my
heart is whiter for its parley with a star
That trembled out at nightfall and
hung above the pine.
The call-note of a redbird from the cedars in the dusk
Woke his happy mate
within me to an answer free and fine;
And a sudden angel beckoned from a
column of blue smoke --
"Lord, who am I that they should stoop -- these holy
folk of thine?"
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
