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

Chinoiseries

By Amy Lowell

Hoar-frost

IN the cloud-gray mornings

I head the herons flying;

And when I came into my garden,

My silken outer-garment

Trailed over withered leaves.

A dried leaf crumbles at a touch,

But I have seen many Autumns

With herons blowing like smoke

Across the sky.