| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To a Grey Dress | | By Arthur Symons |
| | | THERE’S a flutter of grey through the trees: | |
| Ah, the exquisite curves of her dress as she passes | |
| Fleet with her feet on the path where the grass is! | |
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| I see not her face, I but see | |
| The swift re-appearance, the flitting persistence— | 5 |
| There!—of that flutter of grey in the distance. | |
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| It has flickered and fluttered away: | |
| What a teasing regret she has left in my day-dream, | |
| And what dreams of delight are the dreams that one may dream! | |
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| It was only a flutter of grey; | 10 |
| But the vaguest of raiment’s impossible chances | |
| Has set my heart beating the way of old dances. | | | | |
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