| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Calle Memo O Loredan | | By Douglas Goldring |
| | | WE were staying (that night) in a very old palace— | |
| Very dark, very large, and sheer to the water below. | |
| The rooms were silent and strange, and you were frightened, Alice: | |
| The silver lamp gave a feeble, flickering glow. | |
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| And the bed had a high dark tester, and carved black posts, | 5 |
| And behind our heads was a glimmer of old brocade. | |
| Do you remember?—you thought the shadows were full of ghosts, | |
| And the sound of the lapping water made you afraid. | |
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| Ah! and your face shone pale, in the gleam of that quivering flame, | |
| And your bosom was rich with the round pearls, row on row; | 10 |
| And you looked proud, and jeweled, and passionate without shame— | |
| Like some princess who stooped to her lover, a long while ago. | | | | |
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