| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Garden in the Desert | | By Harriet Monroe |
| | From “Poems of Travel”
SO light and soft the days fall— | |
| Like petals one by one | |
| Down from yon tree whose flowers all | |
| Must vanish in the sun. | |
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| Like almond-petals down, dear, | 5 |
| Odorous, rosy-white, | |
| Falling to our green world here | |
| Off the thick boughs of night. | |
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| One like another still lies— | |
| Tomorrow is today. | 10 |
| Always the buzzing bee flies, | |
| Who never flies away. | |
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| Ever the same blue sky rounds | |
| Its chalice for the sun. | |
| The mountains at the world’s bounds | 15 |
| Their purple chorals run. | |
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| And ever you and I, friend, | |
| Free of this mortal scheme, | |
| Look out beyond desire’s end | |
| And dream the spacious dream. | 20 | | | |
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