| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Peach-color to a Soap-bubble | | By Amy Lowell |
| | | A MAN made a symphony | |
| Out of the chords of his soul. | |
| The notes ran upon the air like flights of chickadees, | |
| They gathered together and hung | |
| As bees above a syringa bush, | 5 |
| They crowded and clicked upon one another | |
| In a flurry of progression, | |
| And crashed in the simultaneous magnificence | |
| Of a grand finale. | |
| All this he heard, | 10 |
| But the neighbors heard only the croak | |
| Of a wheezy, second-hand flageolet. | |
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| Forced to seek another lodging | |
| He took refuge under the arch of a bridge, | |
| For the river below him might be convenient | 15 |
| Some day. | | | | |
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