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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Annie Shore and Johnnie Doon

Patrick Orr

ANNIE SHORE, ’twas, sang last night

Down in South End saloon;

A tawdry creature in the light,

Painted cheeks, eyes over bright,

Singing a dance-hall tune.

I’d be forgetting Annie’s singing—

I’d not have thought again—

But for the thing that cried and fluttered

Through all the shrill refrain—

Youth crying above foul words, cheap music,

And innocence in pain.

They sentenced Johnnie Doon today

For murder, stark and grim;

Death’s none too dear a price, they say,

For such-like men as him to pay;

No need to pity him!

And Johnnie Doon I’d not be pitying—

I could forget him now—

But for the childish look of trouble

That fell across his brow,

For the twisting hands he looked at dumbly

As if they’d sinned, he knew not how.