| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Invocation | | By John Drinkwater |
| | | AS pools beneath stone arches take | |
| Darkly within their deeps again | |
| Shapes of the flowing stone, and make | |
| Stories anew of passing men, | |
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| So let the living thoughts that keep, | 5 |
| Morning and evening, in their kind, | |
| Eternal change in height and deep, | |
| Be mirrored in my happy mind. | |
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| Beat, world, upon this heart, be loud | |
| Your marvel chanted in my blood. | 10 |
| Come forth, O sun, through cloud on cloud | |
| To shine upon my stubborn mood. | |
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| Great hills that fold above the sea, | |
| Ecstatic airs and sparkling skies, | |
| Sing out your words to master me— | 15 |
| Make me immoderately wise. | | | | |
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