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

Dirge for One Dying

Frank S. Gordon

From “Gold in the Desert”

MOURNER—who?—who cries?—

Leaping, weeping, deep-voiced—cries?

Leaping waters call afar there,

Weeping rapids moan to sea-waves.

These, but waves rushing unabated—

Down they go—

Go—

In the place, the place where I sit, I am called to enter

Spirit waters.

Spirit waters call afar there,

Spirit rapids moan to sea-waves.

Rush they on, headlong, unabated—

Down they go—go….