| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Old Man | | By Loureine Aber |
| | From “City Lanes”
DAWN sprang wildly to her lips, | |
| And the little hard breasts burst as a waterfall over the rocks. | |
| I, the dark pine at the precipice edge, | |
| Lunged and was still; | |
| Then swiftly, as wild birds go to the kill, | 5 |
| Toppled, and ran with her youth to the sea. | |
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| They said I was wanton and cruel | |
| To have taken her youth at the height, | |
| To have matched the great might | |
| Of my years | 10 |
| With her slender beauty and tremulous fears. | |
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| I tell you, I lunged and was still; | |
| Then swiftly, as wild birds go to the kill, | |
| Toppled, and ran with her youth to the sea…. | |
| Pity me! | 15 | | | |
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