| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Summons | | By Alice Corbin |
| | From “Songs from a Book of Airs”
THEN, as the summons came, | |
| I felt my name | |
| Roll out in flame | |
| Along the midnight’s black and baseless floor. | |
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| My life grew hour by hour— | 5 |
| Bud, stalk, and flower: | |
| How slight a thing hath power | |
| On life Time’s everlasting light to pour! | |
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| Yet, for that moment brief, | |
| I was myself; the chief | 10 |
| Actor; Time’s thief: | |
| Time that steals all things gilds ere it takes the leaf. | |
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| Yet even this went by: | |
| Too late! I could but cry | |
| This was that I | 15 |
| I only came to know when it was time to die! | | | | |
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