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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
There Was a Rose
By Arthur L. Phelps
THERE was a rose that faded where it grew;
There was a bird that could not brook the wind;
There was a sunset whose wild glory thinned
To nothing-wonder and the night’s ash hue.
Pale blossoms, when they quicken, count life sped;        5
And there were purple asters in the fall
Of the cold year that withered by the wall
And died, with all spring’s dreams about them dead.
A rose, a bird, a sunset, and a weed,
A blossom whose death sentence is its sky—        10
Yea, and dead waves that break on sobbing seas.
Man is a faint, frail brother, with no creed
These know not of. Behold, all things must die,
And all the vaunting ages are as these.

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