| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Ding Dong Bell | | By Willard Wattles |
| | From “On the Road”
ASHES to ashes, dust to dust— | |
| Lords and ladies and loves and lust, | |
| Gray old mothers in the sun, | |
| Men grown listless when work is done— | |
| Ashes to ashes, the folded tent, | 5 |
| The pitcher shattered, the wonder spent. | |
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| Ashes to ashes, dust and rest— | |
| Blazoned glory, but sleep is best. | |
| Once there was clinging and a white breast small, | |
| But lying alone is best of all. | 10 |
| Overhead the dead stars sweep— | |
| Night and ashes, dust and sleep. | | | | |
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