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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Pierrot Sings
By John Pierre Roche
THE EARTH lies stark in its dreary shroud—
  As dead as the buds that flowered in May.
The moon is wrapped in a fleeting cloud:
    Oh, for the sound of your voice!
      You had love in your voice        5
        So thrillingly true
      That the pipes of Pan
        Were an echo of you!
My heart grows cold in fright of the blast—
  Like the cry of a loon in a haunted house        10
Is the voice of the wind as it rushes past:
    Oh, for the clasp of your hand!
      You had June in your heart,
        And beauty so rare
      That the roses of God        15
        Bent low in despair.
My soul is numbed by the chill of the night;
  A mourner lone on a lonely hill
I stand and watch a phantom light:
    Oh, for the touch of your lips!        20

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