| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Ancora | | By Ezra Pound |
| | | GOOD God! They say you are risqué! | |
| O canzonetti, | |
| We who went out into the four A. M. of the world, | |
| Composing our albas; | |
| We who shook off our dew with the rabbits; | 5 |
| We who have seen even Artemis a-binding her sandals, | |
| Have we ever heard the like! O mountains of Hellas! | |
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| Gather about me, O Muses! | |
| When we sat upon the granite brink in Helicon | |
| Clothed in the tattered sunlight, | 10 |
| O Muses with delicate shins, | |
| O Muses with delectable knee-joints, | |
| When we splashed and were splashed with | |
| The lucid Castalian spray, | |
| Had we ever such an epithet | 15 |
| Cast upon us! | | | | |
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