Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
LamentationIris Barry
From “Shadow Songs”
C
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.