| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Clover | | By Edith Wyatt |
| | | THE CLOVER’S grassy breath, | |
| To him who listeneth | |
| Upon the pastured lea, | |
| Is like the monotone | |
| Of some far sheep-bell, blown | 5 |
| From tranquil Arcady. | |
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| The airs of that last rose, | |
| That late and crimson blows | |
| And frosted dies, | |
| Smell, as in green and dew, | 10 |
| The first, first rose that blew | |
| In waking Paradise. | |
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| What fragrance, ages hence, | |
| Shall tell the listening sense | |
| Of men who guess— | 15 |
| Men whose far lives shall range | |
| On paths remote and strange— | |
| Our happiness? | | | | |
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