| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Your Voice | | By Godwin Trezevant Carrall |
| | To Edith Wynne Matthison
I AT your voice, | |
| My heart dies a death of beauty; | |
| As a wind blows a fruit-tree in April | |
| And the blossoms lie white on the greensward, | |
| As a wind shakes a golden forest | 5 |
| And the leaves are strewn in their splendor. | |
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II The wind of your voice has fallen on my soul, making and unmaking its waters. | |
| They rush together and apart, from change to change unceasing— | |
| Great deeps surging and breaking, by that passionate music divided. | |
| And in the quietest coves, in the inner caves and recesses, | 10 |
| Like hyacinths in spring are blowing the delicate pale-colored waters. | | | | |
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