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

The Fickle Lover

Ernest Walsh

I HAVE made Life my mistress; built temples

Of song to her in my heart; paraded

Before her enemy, Death. And smiling,

Have kissed Life before Death’s envious eyes;

Proud in my lust, gay in my strength, love-wise.

But often in my dreams I’ve wished to touch

The cool sophisticated lips of Death.