| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Last Ritual | | By Marion Strobel |
| | From “Perennials”
LET us forget awhile—or may | |
| We not drift into yesterday | |
| And play?— | |
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| Forget for a moment years | |
| Crowded with shuddering fears, | 5 |
| With tears? | |
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| Lift high your hands again, and try | |
| To be a thrush, to touch the sky, | |
| To fly. | |
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| Dance down a sunbeam ray, bright | 10 |
| Like the day tossed from the night | |
| To light. | |
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| Laugh to the flowers, that you | |
| Colored the sunshine anew | |
| With dew. | 15 |
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| Whisper to me youth was so— | |
| You too remember and know— | |
| Then go. | | | | |
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