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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By D. H. Lawrence
THE GREAT gold apples of night
Hang from the street’s long bough,
      Dripping their light
On the faces that drift below,
On the faces that drift and go        5
Down the night-time, out of sight
      In the wind’s sad sough.
The ripeness of these apples of night
Distilling over me
      Makes sickening the white        10
Ghost-flux of faces that hie
Them endlessly, endlessly by,
Without meaning or reason why
      They ever should be.

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