| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Beloved | | By Louis Untermeyer |
| | | YOU are my holy city, my beloved; | |
| Dark as Jerusalem and bright as Rome. | |
| The gates of you are opened generously | |
| To take the prodigal home. | |
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| What foreign towns I knew have never dimmed | 5 |
| The burning memory of your altar-fire; | |
| My backward-hungering heart has always heard | |
| In other songs, your choir. | |
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| I kiss your lips and dream of Lebanon! | |
| You are my living Zion; and I rest | 10 |
| Here in the temple of your body’s grace, | |
| Beneath the white wall of your breast. | | | | |
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