| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | O Bitter Day | | By Mary Aldis |
| | | O PALE small face | |
| I saw a moment in a throng of men, | |
| I am bereft, I am alone! | |
| I seek, but nowhere find again | |
| Your startled grace, | 5 |
| O pale, small face. | |
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| O fearful heart, | |
| Forever questioning, forever dumb, | |
| I weary of your sick mistrust! | |
| Why do you bolt the door when love would come? | 10 |
| Go dwell apart, | |
| O fearful heart! | |
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| O bitter day— | |
| When you looked and passed, you of the pale small face, | |
| You of the sweet tormented eyes, | 15 |
| The eager tread, the startled grace! | |
| Yet I said no word to make you stay— | |
| O bitter, bitter day! | | | | |
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