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

In the Morgue

Agnes Lee

From “Pictures of Women”

SHE who walked with flaming dress

And the gems of idleness,

She who counted in her troop

Young man Dream and old man Dupe,

Comes at last to lay her head

Here among the unclaimed dead.

She was weary as the sages

With the riddle of the ages,

Saying to midnight: “Whether or no,

Half the world is builded so;”

Saying to morn: “Come do your mocking!—

But there’s money in my stocking!”

Now, with strong, insistent voice

Calling, urging to the choice,

More than gems or loves that were,

The stern sea has tempted her.