| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | That Harp You Play So Well | | By Marianne Moore |
| | From Pouters and Fantails O DAVID, if I had | |
| Your power, I should be glad | |
| In harping, with the sling, | |
| In patient reasoning! | |
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| Blake, Homer, Job, and you, | 5 |
| Have made old wine-skins new. | |
| Your energies have wrought | |
| Stout continents of thought. | |
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| But, David, if the heart | |
| Be brass, what boots the art | 10 |
| Of exorcising wrong, | |
| Of harping to a song? | |
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| The sceptre and the ring | |
| And every royal thing | |
| Will fail. Griefs lustiness | 15 |
| Must cure that harps distress. | | | | |
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