| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Vertigo | | By Helen Louise Birch |
| | | WHAT did you play? | |
| Or have such melodies no names? | |
| And were they played on ivory keys, | |
| Or did your fingers find a way, | |
| So, touch by touch, | 5 |
| To where the nerves of all my being | |
| Stretched their uneasy length? | |
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| Did I look deep into your eyes, | |
| Or were mine closed, | |
| When sudden vision of some new world | 10 |
| Caught me in floods of light? | |
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| I laid my hand upon your arm | |
| And felt the cool black curtain of your sleeve. | |
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| Why, when you left me, | |
| Was I plunged in sorrow— | 15 |
| Weary of all known things, | |
| Grey, languid, and too dull for thought? | |
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| Slowly the moments passed, | |
| While still I leaned | |
| Against the door which closed you out, | 20 |
| And felt no pain. | | | | |
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