| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | It Vanished | | By Grace Hodsdon Boutelle |
| | To C. A. B. CAN it matter to you and me | |
| Where the hurrying years have fled, | |
| Since they told me you ceased to be, | |
| Since the day when they called you dead? | |
| Death? As a cobweb spun | 5 |
| By night on the dew-drenched grass, | |
| It vanished
I saw you pass | |
| With your face to the rising sun. | | | | |
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