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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By William Rose Benét
From “Green and Gray”

FOLD on fold the purple, crimson then—
  Gold? I shook my head and turned away.
What? I turned and glared in that barbaric den.
Ashes, rats! You cannot, cannot mean it, surely?        5
  “Yes,” I chirped, “I’m weary; I have had a day;
One thing only suits me, purely and demurely—
Doves and twilight seas, fog and thistle-down,
  Granite quarried too; pearl, with all array        10
Of colors quenched within. But you said—a clown!—
“Yes, I understand; but you don’t understand
  I’m the clown of heaven and mean to have my way.
Cut me cloak and doublet. This is my command—        15

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