| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | After Vespers | | By Ajan Syrian |
| | From “I Sing of My Life While I Live It”
THE SINGERS are all hushed and gone | |
| From the chapel. | |
| Dreaming, I linger here alone, | |
| Ever unsatisfied, yearning. | |
| Softly the gray Silence enters, and sits beside me. | 5 |
| Her palms are flushed | |
| From the brow of the passionate city. | |
| She laid them there for a cool blessing of peace; | |
| Now, their touch quivers me. | |
| She is shod with unworded prayers. | 10 |
| Violets from the spring twilight are her eyes, | |
| Deep with desire. | | | | |
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