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

Fiametta

Ella Young

THE SOUTH wind trembles through the grass—

Let it pass.

You will not come my way

Any day.

A white star trembles through the mist

Purple and amethyst.

But Night lets fall

Her hooded pall,

And I am glad because the white star dies.

No stars surprise

Your close-shut eyes.