| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Les Cruels Amoureux | | By Anita Fitch |
| | | TWO lovers wakened in their tombs— | |
| They had been dead a hundred years— | |
| And in the langue of old Provence | |
| They spoke of ancient tears. | |
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| “M’amour,” she called, “I’ve pardoned you;” | 5 |
| (How sad her dreaming seemed to be!) | |
| “When I had kissed your dead face once | |
| Love’s sweet returned to me.” | |
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| “M’amour,” he called, “it was too late.” | |
| (How dreary seemed his ghostly sighs!) | 10 |
| “Blessed the soul that love forgives,” | |
| He whispered, “ere it dies.” | |
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| And then they turned again and slept | |
| With must and mold in ancient way; | |
| And so they’ll sleep and wake, ’tis told, | 15 |
| Until the Judgment Day. | |
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ENVOI O damoiseau et damoiselle, | |
| Guard ye your loving while ye live! | |
| Sin not against love’s sacred flame— | |
| While yet ye may, forgive. | 20 | | | |
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