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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Louise Townsend Nicholl
WE knew a timeless place beside three trees,
Where lights across an arching bridge were set;
And, dark against the sky, was flung a frieze
Of human joy in shifting silhouette.
Figures of children—swift, and lovers—slow,        5
Made us a pageant as they crossed the hill.
We called it “being dead,” and watched them go,
Remembering when we were living still.
Now you have died, and found those timeless nights;
Ours was a dream which you have made come true.        10
Three trees are there, a hill, a bridge of lights:
I know, I know—I have been dead with you!
I shall put off my grief, my sick despair,
Since only joy is silhouetted there.

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