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

Lady of Autumn

Carlyle F. McIntyre

From “Rodomontades”

LADY of Autumn, in your cold repose

Dreaming among the brown-leaved empty vines

With sable robe drawn close, the night wind blows,

And Winter with his icy hand prefines

Your lease on this bright garden of wild youth.

Soon you will nod by the dry sticks of age.

Lady of Autumn, do I speak the truth?—

Put on red shoes, make Love a pilgrimage!