| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Death | | By 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. | 5 |
| 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. | | | | |
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