| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Chaste Lovers | | By Glenway Wescott |
| | From “Still-hunt”
SIBERIA is a land | |
| Drops from a cloud. | |
| The shackles click, | |
| Yet never loud, | |
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| Upon a pavement | 5 |
| Of the frost— | |
| A road we know, | |
| Yet still are lost | |
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| Within the semblance | |
| Of its cold | 10 |
| Mile after mile | |
| Till we are old. | |
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| You and I, man and maid, | |
| Together form | |
| Procession or cavalcade | 15 |
| Minute as a worm. | |
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| Prisoners to each other, | |
| And to these even less kind— | |
| The bottomless beauty of body, | |
| The bottomless pomp of mind. | 20 |
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| And perpetually discontent, | |
| We eye the crows, | |
| Or watch the weasel where it went, | |
| Or hail the wind that blows. | | | | |
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