| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | The Ides of March | | By H. C. Long |
| | | JUST as, amid cabals of his treacherous court, | |
| Suspecting each rich curtain of a knife, | |
| A king broods heavily, | |
| Even so, aware that flesh and bone are restless | |
| With secret news and undefined intention, | 5 |
| Sits on his shaking throne my winter soul. | | | | |
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