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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
 
The Visit
By Carlyle McIntyre
 
From “On the Road”

MY latch was lifted—a tall light crept in.
His wings were bleeding and his feet were sore,
His eyes were vacant as a wind-swept moor:
Most pitiful of glorious cherubim.
I fed him, as I thought an angel must        5
Be weary from a way so long and hard;
I bathed his feet and balmed his wings with nard,
Then sat before him, nibbling my poor crust.
“Oh, are you Death?” I asked him.—“I am Faith.”
“Then shall I be exalted?” “Nay, brought low.”        10
“What shall I have”—for he had risen to go—
“To prove I have not succored a fell wraith?”
“You shall have doubt and bitterness,” he said.
And hence it is that I am worse than dead.
 
 
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