| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Black London | | By Samuel Roth |
| | I DUST of the noon-day world | |
| Scattering over the land— | |
| Dust from the rags of the world | |
| Falls on the dusk of my hand; | |
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| Out of the east and west, | 5 |
| Out of the north and south, | |
| Over my brow and eyes, | |
| Over my hands and mouth. | |
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II What will you have from me | |
| You have not taken yet? | 10 |
| Take—or it may be late; | |
| Take—or I may forget. | |
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| This is the time of times, | |
| Dear, for your gathering. | |
| Quick! for the cross-eyed crow | 15 |
| Flaps with her fatal wing. | |
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III Where Westminster Abbey shades | |
| Lean on narrow green-leaf glades, | |
| I, a brother to the grass, | |
| Stand and watch the sunlight pass. | 20 |
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| One and one more century | |
| Here passed by so quietly. | |
| One more, two more centuries, | |
| Come—for all the use there is. | | | | |
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