| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | By the Lake | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “In a Certain City”
WASH from me all my weariness, waters; | |
| Wash from me all my thoughts and purposes; | |
| Wash from me all my desires and dreams and hopes, | |
| And drown them in your old monotony! | |
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| Oh, take me from myself and let me lose myself! | 5 |
| Let this incessant churning against the rocks— | |
| This clumping, clumping, clumping of the water— | |
| Wash over my brain and wash my brain away! | |
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| Till I am left at last empty of all that I was, | |
| All that I knew or was or wished to be: | 10 |
| Left empty and content and uncontending; | |
| Languorous, and numbed and lulled asleep. | | | | |
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