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

The Old Weep Gently

A. Y. Winters

From “Monodies”

THESE old trees

Sigh in every leaf,

Look down their trunks

As if back down the years.

Old knots stay

Where limbs were torn away—

Little fist-rubbed faces

Of gargoyle grief;

While shadows

Slip down the trunks

Like tears.