| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Moon in the Morning | | By Mary Eleanor Roberts |
| | | WHAT dost thou, so ghostly white | |
| In the halls of day?— | |
| Facing the triumphant light, | |
| Reveler astray? | |
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| When thy silver court was kept, | 5 |
| Thou and thine were free, | |
| And the sun, while dotards slept, | |
| Did not spy on thee. | |
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| Scent of jasmine, voices low, | |
| Dost thou seek them yet— | 10 |
| Lovers of the long ago | |
| Thou canst not forget? | |
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| Day’s gay banners all unfurled | |
| Flaunt from sea to sea: | |
| All the work of all the world | 15 |
| Calls the sun and me. | |
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| Nay, thou shalt not bid me stand! | |
| Nay, I will not yield! | |
| Strong to-day in my right hand | |
| Is the brand I wield. | 20 |
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| Then aroint thee, shadow fly! | |
| Wherefore haunt me so— | |
| Hanging mournful in the sky, | |
| Pale and loath to go? | | | | |
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