| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Nightfall | | By Maurice Browne |
| | | DEEP-BOSOMED dusk obscures | |
| The sun’s last ray, | |
| And night descending lures | |
| Westward the day. | |
| Naught that we love endures | 5 |
| For aye. | |
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| Among the withered leaves | |
| The pale winds sigh, | |
| And shrouded twilight weaves | |
| Her memories wistfully; | 10 |
| Summer but gilds his sheaves | |
| To die. | |
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| Flowers that the morn found bright | |
| At evening fade; | |
| Hours that have taken flight | 15 |
| Can ne’er be stayed: | |
| Rome was eternal once, | |
| Helen a maid. | | | | |
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