| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Middle-Aged | | By Ezra Pound |
| | A STUDY IN AN EMOTION TIS but a vague, invarious delight | |
| As gold that rains about some buried king. | |
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| As the fine flakes, | |
| When tourists frolicking | |
| Stamp on his roof or in the glazing light | 5 |
| Try photographs, wolf down their ale and cakes | |
| And start to inspect some further pyramid; | |
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| As the fine dust, in the hid cell beneath | |
| Their transitory step and merriment, | |
| Drifts through the air, and the sarcophagus | 10 |
| Gains yet another crust | |
| Of useless riches for the occupant, | |
| So I, the fires that lit once dreams | |
| Now over and spent, | |
| Lie dead within four walls | 15 |
| And so now love | |
| Rains down and so enriches some stiff case, | |
| And strews a mind with precious metaphors, | |
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| And so the space | |
| Of my still consciousness | 20 |
| Is full of gilded snow, | |
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| The which, no cat has eyes enough | |
| To see the brightness of. | | | | |
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