| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Domestic | | By Iris Barry |
| | | SOMETIMES, | |
| Having read | |
| By the fireside | |
| Through a long evening, | |
| I look up. | 5 |
| The old people | |
| Apathetically | |
| Are sitting, | |
| The dim eyes gazing | |
| In the past | 10 |
| That seems so good. | |
| And then pity | |
| Dews all my sight. | |
| For old age | |
| Is the guerdon, | 15 |
| The only laurels, | |
| Of their life. | |
| And mine, uncrowned, | |
| So far away, | |
| I cannot cry | 20 |
| Hail! | | | | |
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