| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | My Friend | | By Loureine Aber |
| | From Laurel Wreaths HE ran wild: | |
| I have seen the stiff butterfly-weed by the road | |
| Flamingas he. | |
| When I asked himI who could sit every night | |
| By a snug, safe fire | 5 |
| He said: | |
| I was a mendicant under the Dark Reign, | |
| And sat on a dung-hill nine years | |
| Praying grace. | |
| God gave me grace | 10 |
| I have a wine-cup that is higher than the towers rising over Notre Dame. | | | | |
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