| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | At the Three Fountains | | By Arthur Symons |
| | | HERE, where God lives among the trees, | |
| Where birds and monks the whole day sing | |
| His praises in a pleasant ease, | |
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| O heart, might we not find a home | |
| Here, after all our wandering? | 5 |
| These gates are closèd, even on Rome. | |
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| Souls of the twilight wander here; | |
| Here, in the garden of that death | |
| Which was for love’s sake, need we fear | |
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| How sharp with bitter joy might be | 10 |
| Love’s lingering, last, longed-for breath, | |
| Shut in upon eternity? | | | | |
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