| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Disillusion | | By Morris Gilbert |
| | From “Episodes”
YOU came and stood there in the failing light, | |
| A sorceress who told her mysteries. | |
| At that there grew behind my eyes a sight | |
| More beautiful than any woman is: | |
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| And to my blood a lifting joy came in | 5 |
| And warmed me; as of old I flashed to try | |
| Swiftly what that swift thing might be … and then | |
| I saw that there was only you and I | |
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| In that small room whose fire was almost dead. | |
| Of course there were the chairs, a book or so, | 10 |
| And tea set out … I got my hat and said | |
| That it was really time for me to go. | | | | |
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