Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
End of the ComedyLouis Untermeyer
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The cold wind tears the strands of illusion;
The delicate music is lost
In the blare of home-going crowds
And a midnight paper.
It meets us with blows and disaster.
Even the stars have turned shrapnel,
Fixed in silent explosions.
And here at our door
The moonlight is laid
Like a drawn sword.