William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920.

To Her Who Passes

HER footsteps fall in silent sands;

Her hands are cool like growing leaves;

The fingers of her hovering hands

Touch lightly, pass; and time bereaves

The benison of her caress

Of peace, or pain, or bitterness.

The kisses of her mouth like dew

Rain gently down; if she has sinned,

That she had sinned she never knew;

Lightly she walks upon the wind,

And like the wind she leaves no trace

Upon the quiet of this place.

Poetry, A Magazine of Verse