| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Heart’s Holiday | | By Grace Fallow Norton |
| | | WITHOUT, a city’s whirling dust, | |
| A city’s alley-wall; | |
| Without, a bleak, pale strip of sky. | |
| Within, high festival. | |
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| Without, no greeting between friends, | 5 |
| From the hurrying crowd no smile. | |
| Within, my heart’s slow pageant moves | |
| In glorious solemn file. | |
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| There was no call for revel. Day, | |
| Who summons us each morn, | 10 |
| Came forth in dreariest garb and blew | |
| No gala herald-horn. | |
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| But slave of day I am not—nay, | |
| Her mistress still, I wield | |
| The crystal sceptre of my mood, | 15 |
| Bearing my dream’s white shield. | |
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| Exultant, rapture-flooded, mad | |
| With mystic inner mirth, | |
| My heart holds her strange carnival | |
| Unseen of all the earth. | 20 | | | |
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