| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Lesbia | | By Richard Aldington |
| | | GROW weary if you will, let me be sad. | |
| Use no more speech now; | |
| Let the silence spread gold hair above us, | |
| Fold on delicate fold. | |
| Use no more speech; | 5 |
| You had the ivory of my life to carve.… | |
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| And Picus of Mirandola is dead; | |
| And all the gods they dreamed and fabled of, | |
| Hermes, and Thoth and Bêl are rotten now, | |
| Rotten and dank. | 10 |
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| And through it all I see your pale Greek face; | |
| Tenderness | |
| Makes me eager as a little child to love you, | |
| You morsel left half-cold on Cæsar’s plate. | | | | |
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