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

Lamentation

Iris Barry

From “Shadow Songs”

CHRYSANTHEMUMS and late roses

And the plane-leaf’s fall—

All that is left us now.

Hoarsely the flower-girls cry,

Pale shake the street-lamp lights;

Chilled gusts come puffing by,

Sigh the poor year away.

All that is left us now

Regrets without perfume; dead thoughts;

Chrysanthemums, and late roses.