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

Echo

Charlotte Becker

LOVE said farewell, yet not with moan or tears

Did he recall the gladness of the years

We walked together. With a little laugh—

Ah, but no weeping ever could be half

So sad!—out from my open door he went,

His bowed wings torn, his breathing slow and spent.

And, though I know not whither he is gone,

I hear his laughter from the dusk till dawn!