| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Gardens There Were | | By Leslie Nelson Jennings |
| | | GARDENS there were, and faces clear as agate, | |
| And words I have forgotten how to speak. | |
| A thousand people pass … I have forgotten | |
| The things I might have said, the things I seek. | |
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| Roses there were—a very sea of roses; | 5 |
| Zithers, the sudden drawing of a breath, | |
| And something passionate throbbing in the moonlight— | |
| Can we remember passion after death? | |
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| Gardens there were, and something that was hidden | |
| Deeper than water coursing in the earth … | 10 |
| Beauty had filled my open hands with silver … | |
| There is a death made manifest in birth! | |
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| Roses there were … In many a clear dusk sweetened | |
| With frost, or washed with some quick gust of rain, | |
| I have smelled roses, and the old, old longing | 15 |
| For those lost faces comes to me again. | |
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| Zithers and roses, and the words forgotten; | |
| Faces that were as delicate as stone | |
| Hewn from the hills of Greece … A thousand people | |
| Pass me, and yet I know I am alone. | 20 | | | |
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