Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. Ecce Mysterium By Rebecca Park Lawrence
The voice of the city: Take your silver flute and sing. See! Outside the lamps are bright Burning, flashing, rioting. Sounds are in the city street— 5 Take your silver flute and sing! Music of a million feet, Plodding, dancing, faltering. The boy takes up his flute and points toward the river: Come to the rim of the windy sky! 10 See you the silver, shimmering street Where the bricks and river meet? There’s the path I go to follow—oh, to follow! Up the dusk-dimmed mountain’s hollow, Where little roads lead higher, higher, 15 Into the white, white heart of fire. Passers-by, O passers-by, Do you hear the sob in the wind-wide sky? A hurdy-gurdy plays between the tenements, and a balloon man passes with bright red, blue and orange balloons tugging at their strings. The voice of the city—roaring: Bid your flute now cease to sing. 20 See!—outside the lamps are bright— Blazing, flashing, rioting.
