| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Lake Isle | | By Ezra Pound |
| | | O GOD, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, | |
| Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, | |
| With the little bright boxes | |
| piled up neatly upon the shelves | |
| And the loose fragrant cavendish | 5 |
| and the shag, | |
| And the bright Virginia | |
| loose under the bright glass cases, | |
| And a pair of scales | |
| not too greasy, | 10 |
| And the volailles dropping in for a word or two in passing, | |
| For a flip word, and to tidy their hair a bit. | |
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| O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, | |
| Lend me a little tobacco-shop, | |
| or install me in any profession | 15 |
| Save this damn’d profession of writing, | |
| where one needs one’s brains all the time. | | | | |
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