| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Our Sorrow | | By Alva N. Turner |
| | | YOUR sorrow died, | |
| And you buried it; | |
| And then you dried | |
| Your tears | |
| As you went your way | 5 |
| Forgetting it: | |
| While mine lives through the years. | |
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| Men understood your sorrow | |
| Because it died, | |
| And pitied your tears, | 10 |
| Which you have dried; | |
| But they leer at my sorrow | |
| And sneer, | |
| Because it lives through the years. | | | | |
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