| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Old Age | | By Alva N. Turner |
| | | DRINK. | |
| The fountain is bending low. | |
| It is being filled with emptiness. | |
| The day is spilling its light. | |
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| Drink, | 5 |
| Bending the unyielding knee. | |
| There’s a tremor | |
| In the thought of height— | |
| The snow of the years is fallen. | |
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| Drink. | 10 |
| The black shadows are toppling | |
| Over into thin waters. | |
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| In the night, | |
| When thou art removed | |
| From the fountain, | 15 |
| Thy thirst will cease to be | |
| A burden. | |
| A vision shall fill the night. | | | | |
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