| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 203. Solitaire |
| | | By Amy Lowell |
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| WHEN night drifts along the streets of the city, | |
| And sifts down between the uneven roofs, | |
| My mind begins to peek and peer. | |
| It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens, | |
| And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples, | 5 |
| Amid the broken flutings of white pillars. | |
| It dances with purple and yellow crocuses in its hair, | |
| And its feet shine as they flutter over drenched grasses. | |
| How light and laughing my mind is, | |
| When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles, | 10 |
| And the city is still! | |
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