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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
The Captive
By Dorothy Dow
From “Handful of Ashes”

BEAUTY that shakes in lights,
  Beauty that gleams in mists,
Loveliness of still nights,
  Gold of the stars that twists,
Ribbon-like, into the sea …        5
Beauty is calling me.
Delicate crimson flames,
  Jewels with long histories,
Mysterious oft-said names,
  Blossoms beneath great trees,        10
Melodies deep and low,
Call me. I can not go.
Heliotrope, jasmine, rose;
  Lovers, at crumbling gates;
Silence, when eyelids close;        15
  Cliffs, where the sea-bird mates:
Beauty holds these for me
Whose eyes are too blind to see.
Beauty, when sunbeams blur,
  Calls me again and again.        20
I can not answer her.
  Beauty shall call me in vain,
Sadly, from year to year …
Passion has chained me here.

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