| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Treasure Drawer | | By Antoinette De Coursey Patterson |
| | | OFTEN in memory to a drawer I turn | |
| Wherein my mother kept such queer, strange things, | |
| For which with a child’s fancy I would yearn: | |
| An ivory fan, emerald and opal rings, | |
| Attar of roses in a bottle tall | 5 |
| With traceries of Arabesque design, | |
| A pair of velvet slippers, dainty, small— | |
| I doubted Cinderella’s were so fine— | |
| Made up the treasures: and a mother-o’-pearl | |
| And lacquer box, tight locked, of which the key | 10 |
| Had long been lost—since she was quite a girl, | |
| She said. Years passed, and then the mystery | |
| Was solved: three little feathers, golden bright, | |
| Lay side by side, labelled in childish hand | |
| As “Piccadilly’s Feathers.” How my sight | 15 |
| Grew dim, for I at last could understand | |
| The loneliness a pet canary filled. | |
| Ah, I could wish at times those memories, | |
| Like Piccadilly’s songs, might all be stilled— | |
| Or locked in some pearl casket from these eyes! | 20 | | | |
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