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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By G. O. Warren
DOWN the hushed corridors of your dim soul
Lonely I go, and, yearning, pause by each closed door.
They stand so blind, indifferent, while no sound,
No breath escapes to tell me of your more,
Your less; immensities or nothingness.        5
But there is one apart, close-barred and rusted in,
Shrouded by years, your hand has never moved
To open. Have you heaven in there, or sin?
From all the other secrecies in you,
Despairing, I return to this, and weep and lean….        10
Here terror of your hiding burns like fire,
The doubt of what will be—and what has been.
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