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

It Vanished

Grace Hodsdon Boutelle

To C. A. B.

CAN it matter to you and me

Where the hurrying years have fled,

Since they told me you ceased to be,

Since the day when they called you dead?

Death? As a cobweb spun

By night on the dew-drenched grass,

It vanished … I saw you pass

With your face to the rising sun.