Death & Dying
Who was it swept against my door just now
From The Lonely Dancer (1913)
Death & Dying
Who was it swept against my door just now,
With rustling robes like Autumn's--was it thou?
Ah! would it were thy gown against my door--
Only thy gown once more.
Sometimes the snow, sometimes the fluttering breath
Of April, as toward May she wandereth,
Make me a moment think that it is thou--
But yet it is not thou!
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MLA
Gallienne, Richard Le. “Who was it swept against my door just now.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/legallienne/138/.
Chicago
Gallienne, Richard Le. “Who was it swept against my door just now.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/legallienne/138/.
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