| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | An Impression | | By Richard Burton |
| | | THE ARCHING skies, the ancient wind | |
| Soughing through immemorial trees; | |
| The sense of all that lurks behind | |
| The years now tattered masonries, | |
| Where the blithe birds once built their home | 5 |
| High in the air-sweet, leafy dome. | |
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| Then, the lone figure of a girl | |
| Clear-limned against the buttressed hills; | |
| Slim, beautiful, a tiny pearl | |
| Set round with ruby light that fills | 10 |
| The all-illumined spaces where | |
| No dark may creep nor shadow dare. | |
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| Not for an earldom would I break | |
| The silence of yon dreaming maid; | |
| I could not play her soul awake | 15 |
| With Loves most magic serenade; | |
| Her thought holds secrets hid from me, | |
| Deeper than mortal minstrelsy. | | | | |
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