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

Song

Helen Dudley

A FEW more windy days

Must come and go their ways,

And we will walk

My love and I

Beneath the amber-dripping boughs.

Then on the stars we’ll tread,

On purple stars and red,

And wonder why

The while we talk

Men sing so much of broken vows.