| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | He Forgets Yvonne | | By William Griffith |
| | | TURNING a sudden corner, | |
| She reached the trysting place: | |
| The gods, grown weary of the sun, | |
| Put twilight in her face. | |
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| Dreams, swift hopes, rising, falling,— | 5 |
| Too soon, too late, too soon— | |
| Were as a tide that rose and fell | |
| At the will of the moon. | |
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| Around us was the star-shine: | |
| Like May in flowers clad, | 10 |
| Speaking, she had the voice of brooks | |
| That made the meadows glad. | |
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| She spoke of the great wonder | |
| That in her heart was laid | |
| And in her life had come to pass: | 15 |
| Ah, need she be afraid? | |
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| The moon, with little vision, | |
| Saw what was going on, | |
| And by designing sorcery | |
| Made me forget Yvonne; | 20 |
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| And lose her in this happy, | |
| Inconsequential crowd, | |
| Feeling in silence with Pierrette | |
| What Pierrot sings aloud. | | | | |
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