| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Cootham Lane | | By Helen Dudley |
| | | TWILIGHT has encircled | |
| The flowers in the garden, | |
| And the sky is dim and faint. | |
| The flowers are as cold as alabaster, | |
| And luminous like paint | 5 |
| Of an old Venetian master. | |
| In the church across the fields | |
| They are asking pardon. | |
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| And in twilight | |
| Comes the echo | 10 |
| Of an ancient door that closes, | |
| And the echo of their voices. | |
| For now they go, the villagers— | |
| Along the road they go again, | |
| Under the unrepentant stars, | 15 |
| Across the fields and through the lane. | | | | |
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