Verse > Anthologies > Harriet Monroe, ed. > Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1912–22
Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Marjorie Allen Seiffert
From “Gallery of Paintings”

And the black trees
Where a hidden bird
Sings and is still—
Even these        5
Leave me unstirred.
I am hidden deep,
Like the secret bough
Of a tree in leaf.
I am safe asleep—        10
What can touch me now
Of joy or grief?
For night and noon
The sky is shut,
The winds are dumb;        15
Behind the moon
No gates are cut
For the winds to come.
Could wind from the moon
Sweep down until,        20
Like a winter tree,
My leaves were strewn
On the moonlit hill
And I stood free,
Beauty and pain        25
Would touch me now
With bitter cold,
As moonbeams rain
Through a naked bough
When the year is old.        30

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