Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Pierrot and ColumbineMargaret DeLaughter
From “In the Night Watches”
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And we are old, for now at last,
For now at last our hearts are cold;
Our hearts are cold, and love is past.
And even so our dreams have fled.
Our dreams have fled, and so we know,
And so we know the gods are dead!