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

To a Grey Dress

Arthur Symons

THERE’S a flutter of grey through the trees:

Ah, the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes

Fleet with her feet on the path where the grass is!

I see not her face, I but see

The swift re-appearance, the flitting persistence—

There!—of that flutter of grey in the distance.

It has flickered and fluttered away:

What a teasing regret she has left in my day-dream,

And what dreams of delight are the dreams that one may dream!

It was only a flutter of grey;

But the vaguest of raiment’s impossible chances

Has set my heart beating the way of old dances.