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

When it Has Passed

Emanuel Carnevali

LOVE—I thought it was a long ride in a boat

Over a quiet lake: around

The weeping willows let fall their hair

Into the water;

And amid those hairs, the rays

Which the sun had forgotten to take with him going away

Were of indigo-rose-purple-blue.

But now that it has passed I know it was a stream

That swept by roaring, destroying all, all.

In my soul, all that is left is a shrub

That sways and waves at the wind like the hair of a witch,

That whistles and curses the wind like the ghastly arm of a witch:

The remembrance.