| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Fugitive | | By Susan M. Boogher |
| | | YOU are the shooting star | |
| That pales the Pleiades. | |
| You are the frost | |
| That fires the autumn trees. | |
| You are the sunset | 5 |
| Upon cloud-lost peaks. | |
| You are the silence | |
| Music seeks. | |
| You are the wind-winged dream | |
| I waken to and banish. | 10 |
| You are the hands that beckon me, | |
| And beckoning, vanish. | |
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| Across the grass | |
| Yours are the white veils | |
| Of obliterating snow…. | 15 |
| You are everyone I pass, | |
| And no one that I know. | | | | |
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