| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Voice | | By Sara Teasdale |
| | From “Memories”
ATOMS as old as stars, | |
| Mutation on mutation, | |
| Millions and millions of cells | |
| Dividing, yet still the same; | |
| From air and changing earth, | 5 |
| From ancient Eastern rivers, | |
| From turquoise tropic seas, | |
| Unto myself I came. | |
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| My spirit, like my flesh, | |
| Sprang from a thousand sources, | 10 |
| From cave-man, hunter and shepherd, | |
| From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome; | |
| The living thoughts in me | |
| Spring from dead men and women | |
| Forgotten time out of mind | 15 |
| And many as bubbles of foam. | |
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| Here for a moment’s space | |
| Into the light out of darkness, | |
| The many in one are mingled, | |
| Finding words with my breath; | 20 |
| Like a great voice in me | |
| I hear them shout: “Forever | |
| Seek for Beauty—she only | |
| Fights with man against death.” | | | | |
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