| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Heartily Know | | By E. Preston Dargan |
| | | HYPATIA the heathen, pearl among women, sings: | |
| “Zeus, Eros or Christ is only the vision that brings | |
| Balm for your bruises, shapens and clips your wings.” | |
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| Sappho of Firedom, amorous-perfect, speaks: | |
| “I have been girdled by Eros for days and for weeks— | 5 |
| Alas!… Blow on, thou dawn-wind that wasteth my cheeks.” | |
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| There was also a modern, a mind of ten thousand, who wrote: | |
| “It is forbidden to name Jehovah. I vote | |
| For a God of the atom, the air, the unknowable.—Quote!” | |
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| And you who cling to the peerless puzzle, say— | 10 |
| Will the God of to-morrow serve, or of yesterday? | |
| Something divine must descend, for such is the call of the clay? | |
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| The God is in you. (Will your idols never be gone?) | |
| Your firm and productive self is immortal as Avalon .. | |
| Heaven and hell are old age; get off your knees and go on. | 15 | | | |
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