| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Not Here | | By Edmund Wilson, Jr. |
| | | NOT here!not here! I have been here too many years, | |
| Have stumbled about the darkened room for a door, | |
| Seeing only the phantom shafts the moonlight clears, | |
| The broken bars of silver along the floor. | |
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| I can hear the womens laughter, a song half blown | 5 |
| Away by the wind; through all the dust I can smell | |
| A garden wet with the rain. And I am alone. | |
| Not here, old shadowsI know you, all too well! | | | | |
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