| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Artist | | By Amy Lowell |
| | | WHY do you subdue yourself in golds and purples? | |
| Why do you dim yourself with folded silks? | |
| Do you not see that I can buy brocades in any draper’s shop, | |
| And that I am choked in the twilight of all these colors. | |
| How pale you would be, and startling— | 5 |
| How quiet; | |
| But your curves would spring upward | |
| Like a clear jet of flung water, | |
| You would quiver like a shot-up spray of water, | |
| You would waver, and relapse, and tremble. | 10 |
| And I too should tremble, | |
| Watching. | |
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| Murex-dyes and tinsel— | |
| And yet I think I could bear your beauty unshaded. | | | | |
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