| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Charlotte Bronte | | By Blanche Dismorr |
| | On reading her letters to M. Héger
O PROUD! O passionate! what desperate pain | |
| Subdued that haughty soul, that iron will— | |
| Bowed that stiff neck, wore that wild spirit, till | |
| It bit the dust, and, broken, rose again! | |
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| What feverish, trembling fingers held the pen | 5 |
| Which traced those delicate characters—the cry | |
| Of one too hungry-hearted, plain and shy, | |
| Baffled and stung by the strange moods of men. | |
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| Discarded fragments, eloquent and rare, | |
| Carelessly torn by man without regret; | 10 |
| Roughly sewn up, with some parts missing yet, | |
| How many a woman’s heart lies bleeding there! | | | | |
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