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

Old Age

Alva N. Turner

DRINK.

The fountain is bending low.

It is being filled with emptiness.

The day is spilling its light.

Drink,

Bending the unyielding knee.

There’s a tremor

In the thought of height—

The snow of the years is fallen.

Drink.

The black shadows are toppling

Over into thin waters.

In the night,

When thou art removed

From the fountain,

Thy thirst will cease to be

A burden.

A vision shall fill the night.