| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Tapestry | | By Richard Butler Glaenzer |
| | | O BYGONE raptures, bygone tortures, | |
| Why have you become no more | |
| Than the colors and the shadows | |
| Of a distant faded tapestry … | |
| Wrinkled by a breeze? | 5 |
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| Lifted by tenderness, I have sung: | |
| “This shall wing me through dusk, | |
| Lighten the anguish of death.” | |
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| Stunned by betrayal, I have groaned: | |
| “This shall darken the dawn, | 10 |
| Stab me with every sunbeam, | |
| Lame me so long as I live.” | |
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| And now you are no more mine | |
| Than the colors and the shadows | |
| Of a distant faded tapestry … | 15 |
| Wrinkled by a breeze. | |
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| Yet I continue to spend hours | |
| Figuring what lies beyond— | |
| A window, a doorway or a wall. | | | | |
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