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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Toward Evening

Margaret DeLaughter

THE POPPIES just outside my door

Still flaunt their crimson loveliness.

How can they blossom any more,

Now I have lost my happiness?

Not any grief of mine can mar

The beauty of this tranquil weather.

Each evening, with the first pale star,

Comes that same thrush we loved together,

And pours gold notes from every bough

Of his old sacred apple-tree.

But he has lost his magic now—

He cannot sing you back to me.