| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Dead Child | | By Madison Cawein |
| | | SHE made the garden her fast friend: then she | |
| And it in Autumn faded quietly. | |
| The sunlight went. And then they fell asleep, | |
| And lay beneath one covering white and deep. | |
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| Now all at once the garden wakes to light: | 5 |
| And still the child sleeps on clasped close in night. | |
| “Where dost thou hide?” the garden seems to purr, | |
| And asks again and yet again for her. | |
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| The azure wind seeks softly for her face; | |
| Peers in the house: “Come from thy hiding place! | 10 |
| Thou dost thyself a wrong! Where art thou gone? | |
| Come let us see the new frock thou hast on.” | | | | |
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