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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By D. H. Lawrence
THE DARKNESS steals the forms of all the queens.
But oh, the palms of her two black hands are red!
—It is Death I fear so much, it is not the dead—
Not this gray book, but the red and bloody scenes.
The lamps are white like snowdrops in the grass;        5
The town is like a churchyard, all so still
And gray, now night is here: nor will
Another torn red sunset come to pass.
And so I sit and turn the book of gray,
Feeling the shadows like a blind man reading,        10
All fearful lest I find some next word bleeding.
—Nay, take my painted missal book away.

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