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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
I Am Weary of Being Bitter
By Arthur Davison Ficke
  I AM weary of being bitter and weary of being wise,
And the armor and the mask of these fall from me, after long.
I would go where the islands sleep, or where the sea-dawns rise,
And lose my bitter wisdom in the wisdom of a song.
  There are magics in melodies, unknown of the sages;        5
The powers of purest wonder on secret wings go by.
Doubtless out of the silence of dumb preceding ages
Song woke the chaos-world—and light swept the sky.
  All that we know is idle; idle is all we cherish;
Idle the will that takes loads that proclaim it strong.        10
For the knowledge, the strength, the burden—all shall perish:
One thing only endures, one thing only—song.

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