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

The Death Watch

Mary Carolyn Davies

A TREE falls in the blast,

The other trees are sighing;

Fast burn the candles—fast.

She is long dying.

A flower fades in the sun,

The other flowers are weeping;

See! Dawn’s at last begun.

Dead—or but sleeping?

A star falls, tired from flight,

The other stars are flying;

It is o’erpast, the night—

She is long dying.