Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
A Song for Vanished BeautyMarya Zaturensky
From “Spinners”
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So long ago young Honora left
Her quiet chair!
Of all her pretty, tender care—
The silent hall, the lonely stair—
Here is her shawl, her fan, her book—
She is not there.
Or how she looked, or when Death came.
Few can recall her name.
For beauty vanished like an air?—
In what forgotten tomb or nook?