| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Last Lady | | By Matthew Josephson |
| | | I HAVE now no love nor lady, | |
| Yet I do not wail bereft: | |
| There are many, many beautiful ladies, | |
| And in the world there is much love left. | |
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| I have now no love nor lady; | 5 |
| I have made a brave good-bye. | |
| It is terrible not to have a lady | |
| When the summer months run high. | |
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| And the summer and the autumn | |
| And the winter may be gone; | 10 |
| But my mind is quite decided— | |
| I shall have no other one. | |
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| It will need a greener spring-time | |
| To seed new love in me. | |
| But in another spring-time— | 15 |
| Ah—where shall I be? | | | | |
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