| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Defeat | | By Eunice Tietjens |
| | From “Facets”
I HAVE seen him, and his hand | |
| Has that slow gesture still. | |
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| My tutored heart | |
| That had gone quietly these many months | |
| And happily, securely, beat its way | 5 |
| Glad to be free of the old instancy— | |
| My heart betrayed me. | |
| Cowardly it stopped; | |
| And then it leaped, | |
| And the old Panic hoofbeats thundered in my ears. | 10 |
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| Oh, is there then no peace for me | |
| When old love will not die? | |
| And shall I conquer all things, | |
| Thrusting up, through the intolerable pain of growth, | |
| Until my soul | 15 |
| Leaps wingéd to the sunset’s rim— | |
| Only at last to break myself on love, | |
| And fall a-trembling like an aching girl | |
| Because he has a beautiful, slow hand? | | | | |
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