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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Dingy Street
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
From “Gallery of Paintings”

IT is twilight by the dreary edge of town,
And the December air
Is harsh and bitter. All the trees are bare,
The leaves are scattered and trodden down
To pulp; and every house is brown.        5
There is no trace of beauty anywhere.
Night comes slowly, the houses hide in the gloom;
But toward the muddy street
One by one their shabby windows bloom
Like golden flowers, to shine and greet        10
The bundled effigies on sodden feet
Trudging toward welcome in the hidden room.
There is a magic in it. There once more,
Body and spirit, they are warmed and fed.
There, as a thousand times before,        15
The ancient feast is spread—
The simple miracles of love and bread.
They stumble into beauty at the door.

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