| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Now More Than Ever Divided | | By Eda Lou Walton |
| | From “Beyond Sorrow”
NOW more than ever divided, | |
| Loving and yet not loving, | |
| A worshiper of your gentleness, | |
| Demanding my own aloofness; | |
| Now more than ever divided, | 5 |
| Two of myself, two in you; | |
| Reared as a tower of granite | |
| Bright on the last blue hill, | |
| Crumbled and rooted with wild-flowers | |
| Under the touch of your hand, | 10 |
| Torn as a leaf from a woodvine | |
| Colorfully tossed to the wind, | |
| Caught with dry tendrils of yearning | |
| Close to an ancient wall! | | | | |
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