| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | The Green Door | | By Carlyle F. McIntyre |
| | From Rodomontades HERE in the May we danced on violets | |
| And blew off golden bubbles. Ah, my love, | |
| How shall I name the sorrows and regrets | |
| I pluck, and the black drink I press thereof? | |
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| Now you dream deeply, wise in deaths great lore; | 5 |
| I lean above you where the crickets sing, | |
| And fumble the dumb latch of the green door | |
| You of the Maytime, lovely, wantoning. | | | | |
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