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

Autumn Prophecy

J. M. March

THE DEAD leaves dance like withered witches;

Teetering, swirling,

Dropping and curling,

And crackling in the dried-up ditches.

Hear them whisper as we go past.

How each dry lip

Rustles gossip!

Do you hear them saying our love won’t last?