|Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.|
|By Aline Kilmer|
INDIFFERENCE may snare me, but only devotion can hold me.
|Where is the net you spread in hope that its meshes might fold me?|
|Like a shadow I slipped through a web too slight to bind me:|
|Now, free and wise, I cast the last frail threads on the wind behind me.|