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

Death

Loureine Aber

From “City Lanes”

I AM waiting for the white winds to come,

White with the long-whispering dust,

Withered under hoofs and feet,

White with the mountains that blow their sleep

Into the sea.

I am waiting for the white winds to come,

Lifting their hands as beautiful women clad for the moon;

And soon, ah soon,

Lifting my heart to be ashes and wind.