| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Spectre-theme | | By Leone Baker |
| | | MY little new love | |
| Is like a wistfully singing violin on a moon-drenched hill. | |
| So I wrapped her carefully in my thoughts, | |
| And carried her to a room | |
| Where she might surrender her eyelids to my lips | 5 |
| And dry my tears in her hair. | |
| But suddenly you were there, | |
| Beloved ghost, | |
| With your eyes like two open doors to sorrow’s chamber. | |
| You were so nearly afraid to speak | 10 |
| Your words were blown toward me | |
| Like fragments of mist | |
| Distorted and scattered by wind. | |
| But my little new love— | |
| She who is more shy than drops of rain— | 15 |
| Trembled and fled from me; | |
| And then there were only we two | |
| Poor ghosts, | |
| Shrinking against opposite walls of the room, | |
| Staring. | 20 | | | |
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