| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Home | | By Louis Untermeyer |
| | | IS it a tribute or betrayal when, | |
| Turning from all the sweet, accustomed ways, | |
| I leave your lips and eyes to seek you in | |
| Some other face? | |
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| Why am I searching after what I have, | 5 |
| And going far to find the near at hand? | |
| I do not know—I only know I crave | |
| To find you at the end. | |
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| I only know that Love has many a hearth, | |
| That Hunger has an endless path to roam, | 10 |
| And Beauty is the dream that drives the earth | |
| And leads me home. | | | | |
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