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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Helen Louise Birch
From “Autumn Leaves”

LEAVES whirl about my feet;
Leaves, leaves dance over my head—
Brown leaves.
And their madness and love of death blow through my heart.
(Oh, the perfume of these drifting golden leaves!)        5
What wine can stain the soul with redder glory
Than this wild, sudden thirst for sudden death?
They rise like clouds of incense
From swift-swinging golden censers—
Clouds and clouds!        10
And the western sky is a glow of light
As yellow and white as the face of a Christian saint.
Autumn, autumn!
I will not live!
I’ll go now, now, with all my memories and my joys.        15
I will not live
To have them blown
Like ashes from an altar by capricious winds.

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