| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | A Beautiful Lady | | By Elizabeth Madox Roberts |
| | From Talk from the Dust WE like to listen to her dress; | |
| It makes a whisper by her feet. | |
| Her little pointed shoes are gray; | |
| She hardly lets them touch the street. | |
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| Sometimes she has a crumpled fan. | 5 |
| Her hat is silvered on the crown, | |
| And there are roses by the brim | |
| That nod and tremble up and down. | |
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| She comes along the pavement walk, | |
| And in a moment she is gone. | 10 |
| She hardly ever looks at us, | |
| But once she smiled and looked at John. | |
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| And so we run to see her pass | |
| And watch her through the fence, and I | |
| Can hear the others whispering, | 15 |
| Miss Josephine is going by. | | | | |
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