| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | At the Museum | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “The Harp”
AT last we let each other go, | |
| And I left you; | |
| Left the demand and the desire of you, | |
| And all our windings in and out and bickerings of love. | |
| And I was wandering | 5 |
| Through corridors and rooms of pictures, | |
| Waiting for my mind to sharpen again | |
| Out of its blur. | |
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| Now was stern air to breathe, | |
| High, rational, | 10 |
| Clear of you and me. | |
| The medals in their ordered cases, | |
| Round and clean-edged, | |
| Cooled me. | |
| The tossing and tumbling of my body | 15 |
| Drew itself into form, | |
| Into poise, | |
| Looking at their fine symmetry of being. | | | | |
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