| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Triumph | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “The Harp”
O TRIUMPH, dear Triumph, | |
| Splendor of self-delight and exaltation, | |
| I have felt you in little moments, | |
| Moments of nothingness, | |
| More than in great times of applause. | 5 |
| I am alone, walking or dancing— | |
| Suddenly you come | |
| And lift up my hands as if they would reach the stars. | |
| I could shake the stars and the world for sheer merriment of power; | |
| I will run laughing and shouting with you through all the streets of the world! | 10 | | | |
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