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

November in the Park

Dorothy Dudley

THE LAMPS hang low in the silent park—

A hundred milk-white moons;

The trees weep gently in the dark

In dim festoons;

The trees reach outward upward

Long dark arms

In tearful dancing and in prayer.

The small pond bares to drifting skies

The furtive charms

Of her silver eyes,

And lies where white paths gleam around

Like something rare:

For Beauty and Romance have drowned

A princess there.