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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

After Death

By Sara Teasdale

NOW while my lips are living

Their words must stay unsaid,

And will my soul remember

To speak when I am dead?

Yet if my soul remembered

You would not heed it, dear,

For now you must not listen,

And then you could not hear.