Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Pierrette GoesWilliam Griffith
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Exactly that she died,
So much as vanished and forgot
To say where she would hide.
It came into her mind
That she was late. What could she do
But leave distress behind?
And hurrying to dress,
She heard there was another place
In need of loveliness.
Sh!—hardly made a stir,
But going took the stars and moon
And sun away with her.