| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Orpheus in the Street | | By B. K. van Slyke |
| | | I PASSED a hurdy-gurdy playing in the street | |
| A haunting ancient tune to tempt the feet; | |
| But nobody paused to listen, | |
| Nobody paused to look, | |
| Although the ragged tune entranced me in the street. | 5 |
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| I thought my heart would break as I stood listening there | |
| To ragged Orpheus grinding out his air; | |
| For nobody paused to listen, | |
| Nobody paused to look, | |
| Although the ancient gods of Greece flocked round us there. | 10 | | | |
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