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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
 
207. Old Age
 
By Percy Mackaye
 
 
OLD AGE, the irrigator,
Digs our bosoms straighter,
More workable and deeper still
To turn the ever-running mill
Of nights and days. He makes a trough        5
To drain our passions off,
That used so beautiful to lie
Variegated to the sky,
On waste moorlands of the heart—
Haunts of idleness, and art        10
Still half-dreaming. All their piedness
Rank and wild and shallow wideness,
Desultory splendors, he
Straightens conscientiously
To a practicable sluice        15
Meant for workaday, plain use.
All the mists of early dawn,
Twilit marshes, being gone
With their glamor, and their stench,
There is left—a narrow trench.        20
 

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