| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | When it Has Passed | | By Emanuel Carnevali |
| | From “The Splendid Commonplace”
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 | 5 |
| Which the sun had forgotten to take with him going away | |
| Were of indigo-rose-purple-blue. | |
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| 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 | 10 |
| 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. | | | | |
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