| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | At the Banquet | | By Eunice Tietjens |
| | From “Facets”
ABOVE the wine and cigarettes, | |
| Below the jest that flies, | |
| I catch with half-amused insistence— | |
| A throb of music in the distance— | |
| Your eyes! | 5 |
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| They knit the wine and jest together | |
| In deeper harmonies; | |
| With my own thoughts they interlace | |
| Like some strange contrapuntal bass— | |
| Your eyes….. | 10 |
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| The words we speak say all—and nothing. | |
| In them no mystery lies; | |
| Only, between my soul and sense | |
| Steal, half amused and half intense, | |
| Your eyes. | 15 | | | |
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