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

Our Sorrow

Alva N. Turner

YOUR sorrow died,

And you buried it;

And then you dried

Your tears

As you went your way

Forgetting it:

While mine lives through the years.

Men understood your sorrow

Because it died,

And pitied your tears,

Which you have dried;

But they leer at my sorrow

And sneer,

Because it lives through the years.