| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Lavender | | By Archie Austin Coates |
| | | THE TWILIGHT hangs like smoke in the streets, | |
| Pearly, veiling all the stretches in illusion; | |
| And the new-lit lamps are the glow of hearts | |
| That grope unseeing and unseen. | |
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| At the corner a lean young girl offers me lavender, | 5 |
| Offers me youth and romance to hold in my palm, closed—thus. | |
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| She gives dreams to the world, | |
| She who knows nought of dreams— | |
| Gives gardens, and waters, and the young shy moon | |
| Hung in the laurels; | 10 |
| Gives the smoke of evening in the willows, | |
| And the complaining stream, | |
| And the lavender’s subtle reawakening of old, dead thoughts. | |
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| These, all these she gives, this lean girl— | |
| (A shawl is over her head and her eyes look into the darkness). | 15 |
| What does she know of dreams? | |
| How more happy is she than I who have dreamed, | |
| And may dream no more! | | | | |
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