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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
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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