| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Unity | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “The Harp”
YOUR love is terrible. | |
| Oh, do not love me so much! | |
| Sometimes there are moments | |
| Fear comes to me because of our love; | |
| That it is a prison about me, | 5 |
| That it owns me, | |
| Owns the separateness of me. | |
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| Oh, let us be two again! | |
| We who have been so intricately one, | |
| Let us be two. | 10 |
| For finally there is never one, | |
| And unity is but annihilation. | |
| Dissolve me from this closeness; | |
| Give me back to myself, | |
| Myself to my own self again. | 15 |
| Oh, let us be two. Two! | |
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| Beloved! | | | | |
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