| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Echo | | By Charlotte Becker |
| | | LOVE said farewell, yet not with moan or tears | |
| Did he recall the gladness of the years | |
| We walked together. With a little laugh | |
| Ah, but no weeping ever could be half | |
| So sad!out from my open door he went, | 5 |
| His bowed wings torn, his breathing slow and spent. | |
| And, though I know not whither he is gone, | |
| I hear his laughter from the dusk till dawn! | | | | |
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