| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Chasm | | By Richard Butler Glaenzer |
| | | YESTERDAY | |
| The world dreamed before me | |
| A golden meadow | |
| Silvered with rivers; | |
| Larger than all eternity | 5 |
| And yet so small | |
| That “Here is the world!” | |
| I could say, | |
| And lay it all | |
| In your little hand. | 10 |
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| But I spoke a woman’s name, | |
| And the darkness of a thousand nights | |
| Leaped from the past, | |
| And dug between us | |
| A chasm of aching distance. | 15 |
| I called to you; | |
| But only the years answered. | |
| You faded, faded, | |
| And were lost | |
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| O phantom of today, | 20 |
| Méa of yesterday, | |
| I thought there was no gulf | |
| Our love could not bridge. | | | | |
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