| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Headstone | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “In a Certain City”
KNOW by these lines that she whose bones rest here | |
| Was once a poet. To her were very dear | |
| All lovely words and syllables, and with delight | |
| She wove them into songs. Oh, many a night | |
| She lay with waking eyes, dreaming them in the dark | 5 |
| Of her high city room, or in the dim park | |
| Danced them beside the lake, hearing the waves beat; | |
| Hearing far off the noise of the city, the loud street. | |
| But now she lies in this place where the quiet dead have home, | |
| Where rhythms of wave and words and dancing never come. | 10 | | | |
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