Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Two WomenMarjorie Allen Seiffert
From “Gallery of Paintings”
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The pathway of a desolate hill,
Pale as moth-wings beneath the low-bending
Sycamore branches, in the moonlight paler still.
She is dry as a withered leaf—
What has she known of beauty or of passion
To come by moonlight to the mountain of grief?”
I feel them hot and restless as blown fire.
She has known many paths, why is she turning
Here, from the secret valley of desire?”
Morning crept forth. At last they came
From the mountain of grief—women with tear-wet faces
Who had been withered leaf and shadow of flame.