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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Death Goes before Me
By Yvor Winters
DEATH goes before me on his hands and knees,
And we go down among the bending trees.
Weeping I go, and no man gives me ease—
I am that strange thing that each strange eye sees;
Eyes of the silence, and all life an eye,        5
Turn in the wind; and always I walk by.
Too still I go, and all things go from me
As down far autumn beaches a man runs to the sea.
My hands are cold, my lips are thin and dumb.
Stillness is like the beating of a drum.        10

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