| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Artist | | By Henry Bellamann |
| | | WHAT would you do— | |
| If you had ear and brain attuned superbly | |
| To all the iridescent humming-birds of faint | |
| And delicate overtones | |
| That play like spirit flames | 5 |
| Above the music? | |
| Suppose your eyes could see | |
| What mine see when a little wind passes, | |
| And all the garden is suddenly barred and starred | |
| With flying color. | 10 |
| Suppose the tilting planes of dogwood bloom, | |
| In the green spring mist of young leaves, | |
| Caught your breath as though a hand | |
| Held your throat— | |
| Or that the red haw veiling herself in May | 15 |
| Kept you awake at nights | |
| Remembering her bridal look. | |
| Oh, suppose this world of nuances, | |
| Opal-soft and frail and swift, | |
| Were for you a reality more hard | 20 |
| Than things you call reality, | |
| And you lived always among the deaf and blind— | |
| What would you do? | | | | |
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