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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?
 
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?
 
I laid my hand upon your arm
And felt the cool black curtain of your sleeve.
 
Why, when you left me,
Was I plunged in sorrow—        15
Weary of all known things,
Grey, languid, and too dull for thought?
 
Slowly the moments passed,
While still I leaned
Against the door which closed you out,        20
And felt no pain.
 
 
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