| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Song for Vanished Beauty | | By Marya Zaturensky |
| | From “Spinners”
THE HOUSE is desolate and bare— | |
| So long ago young Honora left | |
| Her quiet chair! | |
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| Through the rose-bordered gardens, reft | |
| Of all her pretty, tender care— | 5 |
| The silent hall, the lonely stair— | |
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| No one can see her anywhere. | |
| Here is her shawl, her fan, her book— | |
| She is not there. | |
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| No one remembers her bright hair, | 10 |
| Or how she looked, or when Death came. | |
| Few can recall her name. | |
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| Where shall we turn to hope or look | |
| For beauty vanished like an air?— | |
| In what forgotten tomb or nook? | 15 | | | |
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