| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Presage | | By F. S. Putnam |
| | | HE has loved me for my gaiety, | |
| Not for quiet moods or thoughts that bless; | |
| He has loved me for my wayward grace, | |
| Not because he knew my tenderness. | |
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| So our love is transient, and as frail | 5 |
| As a moth or darting dragonfly. | |
| Theres no memory of peace to heal | |
| Any wound that comes. Our love will die. | | | | |
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