| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. (1878–1962). Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1920. 1920. |
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| Exile |
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| I HAVE made grief a gorgeous, queenly thing, | |
| And worn my melancholy with an air. | |
| My tears were big as stars to deck my hair, | |
| My silence stunning as a sapphire ring. | |
| Oh, more than any light the dark could fling | 5 |
| A glamour over me to make me rare, | |
| Better than any color I could wear | |
| The pearly grandeur that the shadows bring. | |
| What is there left to joy for such as I? | |
| What throne can dawn upraise for me who found | 10 |
| The dusk so royal and so rich a one? | |
| Laughter will whirl and whistle on the sky— | |
| Far from this riot I shall stand uncrowned, | |
Disrobed, bereft, an outcast in the sun.
The North American Review | |
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