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

The Last Ritual

Marion Strobel

From “Perennials”

LET us forget awhile—or may

We not drift into yesterday

And play?—

Forget for a moment years

Crowded with shuddering fears,

With tears?

Lift high your hands again, and try

To be a thrush, to touch the sky,

To fly.

Dance down a sunbeam ray, bright

Like the day tossed from the night

To light.

Laugh to the flowers, that you

Colored the sunshine anew

With dew.

Whisper to me youth was so—

You too remember and know—

Then go.