| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | In the Morgue | | By Agnes Lee |
| | From “Pictures of Women”
SHE who walked with flaming dress | |
| And the gems of idleness, | |
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| She who counted in her troop | |
| Young man Dream and old man Dupe, | |
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| Comes at last to lay her head | 5 |
| Here among the unclaimed dead. | |
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| She was weary as the sages | |
| With the riddle of the ages, | |
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| Saying to midnight: “Whether or no, | |
| Half the world is builded so;” | 10 |
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| Saying to morn: “Come do your mocking!— | |
| But there’s money in my stocking!” | |
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| Now, with strong, insistent voice | |
| Calling, urging to the choice, | |
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| More than gems or loves that were, | 15 |
| The stern sea has tempted her. | | | | |
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