Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ThronesMary Aldis
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Is the screen of the Empress’ throne;
Golden and green and blue
And the black of ebony.
Standing to right and left;
Golden and blue and green the silk
Of the high-swung canopy.
Wide and deep is the Empress’ throne
Of carven, ebony,
With its straight footstool
And its peacocks’ fans
And its shadowing mystery.
Brown is the slope of the dust-blown hill
And brown the dust-blown plain;
Grey are the guarding dogs of stone
And grey the sentinels.
To a carven sepulchre,
Grey is the broken balustrade
And grey the heavy walls.
On that hillside far away,
With its carven dogs
And its sentinels
And its mighty door of grey.