Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Last RitualMarion Strobel
From “Perennials”
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We not drift into yesterday
And play?—
Crowded with shuddering fears,
With tears?
To be a thrush, to touch the sky,
To fly.
Like the day tossed from the night
To light.
Colored the sunshine anew
With dew.
You too remember and know—
Then go.