| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Pine River Bay | | By Dorothy Dudley |
| | Autumn, 1916.
THE MIMICS dance in the cities, | |
| Pavlowa in New York; | |
| Death dances in Europe— | |
| Like a bottle without cork, | |
| Life loses its contents— | 5 |
| While the mimics dance in New York, | |
| Offering the glories | |
| Fabled in old stories. | |
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| But the leaves dance in the forest, | |
| Gold and scarlet in the north; | 10 |
| And the gray waves dance, | |
| And the wind stalks forth— | |
| Like torn paper lanterns, | |
| Like confetti in the north, | |
| Leaves are whirling about, | 15 |
| A purple pallid rout. | |
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| Trees burn among the pines, | |
| Rose and yellow torches; | |
| The summer guests are gone, | |
| Nobody sweeps their porches— | 20 |
| Two or three lumbermen | |
| Among the golden torches | |
| Swing huge sledge hammers, | |
| While the gray lake clambers | |
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| Two of them love whiskey, | 25 |
| One has loved the sea; | |
| All of them have faces | |
| The wind has carved in glee. | |
| The mimics dance in the cities, | |
| Death across the sea— | 30 |
| Leaves dance in the north, | |
| And the deer run forth. | | | | |
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