| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Unknown | | By Edward Eastaway |
| | | SHE is most fair; | |
| And when they see her pass | |
| The poets’ ladies | |
| Look no more in the glass, | |
| But after her. | 5 |
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| On a bleak moor | |
| Running under the moon | |
| She lures a poet, | |
| Once proud or happy, soon | |
| Far from his door. | 10 |
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| Beside a train, | |
| Because they saw her go, | |
| Or failed to see her, | |
| Travellers and watchers know | |
| Another pain. | 15 |
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| The simple lack | |
| Of her is more to me | |
| Than others’ presence, | |
| Whether life splendid be | |
| Or utter black. | 20 |
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| I have not seen, | |
| I have no news of her; | |
| I can tell only | |
| She is not here, but there | |
| She might have been. | 25 |
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| She is to be kissed | |
| Only perhaps by me; | |
| She may be seeking | |
| Me and no other: she | |
| May not exist. | 30 | | | |
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