| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Death | | By Max Michelson |
| | From Masks ONE comes to me every day | |
| Gentle, tactful, and of | |
| Admirable dignity. | |
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| He is friendly though not wheedling, | |
| He wants me to know him. | 5 |
| Sometimes he touches my arm, | |
| Or even presses it impulsively. | | | | |
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