Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ShadowMarjorie Allen Seiffert
From “Gallery of Paintings”
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Of birds flying
Over a wide meadow,
Something passes;
Some forgotten or untold
Dream flies over,
Its wings brushing
Lightly against me, as rushing
Fingers of wind touch clover
And bending grasses.
I am cold
With the shadow of something dying.