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To W S M	A
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Look at her there she sits upon her throne	B
As ladylike and quiet as a nun	C
But if you cross her whew her thunderbolts	D
Will shake the earth She's proud as any queen	E
The beauty knows her royal business too	F
To light the world and does it night by night	G
When her gay lord the sun gives up his job	H
I am her slave I wake and watch and run	C
From dark till dawn beside her All the while	I
She hums there softly purring with delight	G
Because men bring the riches of the earth	J
To feed her hungry fires I do her will	K
And dare not disobey for her right hand	L
Is power her left is terror and her anger	M
Is havoc Look if I but lay a wire	M
Across the terminals of yonder switch	N
She'll burst her windings rip her casings off	O
And shriek till envious Hell shoots up its flames	D
Shattering her very throne And all her people	P
The laboring trampling dreaming crowds out there	Q
Fools and the wise who look to her for light	G
Will walk in darkness through the liquid night Submerged	R
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Sometimes I wonder why she stoops	D
To be my friend oh yes who talks to me	S
And sings away my loneliness my friend	T
Though I am trivial and she sublime	U
Hard hearted No tender and pitiful	P
As all the great are Every arrogant grief	V
She comforts quietly and all my joys	D
Dance to her measures through the tolerant night	G
She talks to me tells me her troubles too	F
Just as I tell her mine Perhaps she feels	D
An ache deep down that agonizing stab	W
Of grit grating her bearings then her voice	D
Changes its tune it wails and calls to me	S
To soothe her anguish and I run her slave	X
Probe like a surgeon and relieve the pain	Y
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We have our jokes too little mockeries	D
That no one else in all the swarming world	Z
Would see the point of She will laugh at me	S
To show her power maybe her carbon packings	D
Leak steam and I run madly back and forth	A2
To keep the infernal fiends from breaking loose	D
Suddenly she will throttle them herself	B2
And chuckle softly far above me there	Q
At my alarms	D
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But there are moments hush	C2
When my turn comes her slave can be her master	M
Conquering her he serves For she's a woman	C
Gets bored there on her throne tired of herself	B2
Tingles with power that turns to wantonness	D
Suddenly something's wrong she laughs at me	S
Bedevils the frail wires with some mad caress	D
That thrills blind space calls down ten thousand	D2
To ruin her pomp and set her spirit free	S
Then with this puny hand swift as her threat	E2
Must I beat back the chaos hold in leash	F2
Destructive furies rescue her even her	M
From the fierce rashness of her truant mood	G2
And make me lord of far and near a moment	H2
Startling the mystery Last night I did it	I2
Alone here with my hand upon her heart	J2
I faced the mounting fiends and whipped them down	K2
And never a wink from the long file of lamps	D
Betrayed her to the world	Z
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So there she sits	D
Mounted on all the ages at the peak	L2
Of time The first man dreamed of light and dug	M2
The sodden ignorance away and cursed	N2
The darkness young primeval races dragged	O2
Foundation stones and piled into the void	P2
Rage and desire the Greek mounted and sang	Q2
Promethean songs and lit a signal fire	M
The Roman bent his iron will to forge	R2
Deep furnaces slow epochs riveted	S2
With hope the secret chambers till at last	T2
We you and I this living age of ours	D
A new winged Mercury out of the skies	D
Filch the wild spirit of light and chain him there	Q
To do her will forever	M
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Look my friend	T
Behold a sign What is this crystal sphere	U2
This little bulb of glass I lightly lift	V2
This iridescent bubble a child might blow	W2
Out of its brazen pipe to hold the sun	C
What strange toy is it In my hand it lies	D
Cold and inert its puny artery	S
That curling cobweb film ashen and dead	X2
But see a twist or two let it but touch	Y2
The hem far trailing of my lady's robe	Z2
And lo the burning life blood of the stars	D
Leaps to its heart that glows against the dark	A3
Kindling the world	Z
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Even so I touch her garment	H2
Her servant through the quiet night and thus	D
And feel their throb of fire Grandly she gives	D
To me unworthy woman inscrutable	P
Scatters her splendors through my darkness leads me	S
Far out into the workshop of the worlds	D
There I can feel those infinite energies	D
Our little earth just gnaws at through the ether	M
And see the light our sunshine hides Out there	Q
Close to the heart of life I am at peace	D

Harriet Monroe

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