| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | A Helen | | By Max Michelson |
| | From Masks
| | Do birds sing for their mates? |
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| My song was for one airy and shining, |
| Lighter than a butterflys wings. |
| On the way, she would half-turn and listen. |
| She fluttered solemn, occupied, yet I never knew her airy business. |
| Now that I sing of an earthly woman, |
| She listens wondering. |
YOU looked tired, | |
| For you came from far, | |
| Perhaps from Greece. | |
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| You may have been walking for ages. | |
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| You stepped slowly, | 5 |
| As though you carried | |
| Some precious wine. | |
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| You stayed a moment
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| Then vanished, | |
| Wondering, | 10 |
| As if you were some one else. | | | | |
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