| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Keats to Fanny Brawne | | By Edgar Lee Masters |
| | | FANNY! If in your arms my soul could slip— | |
| Arms that my love first fancied—not the grave! | |
| Cities of Hate and Madness round me rave; | |
| And Love with anguished finger at the lip | |
| Fares shelterless! These have my fellowship— | 5 |
| Memory and Loneliness! What’s left? To brave | |
| Death! But before it Tragedy: not to crave | |
| You changed or truly seen! The hemlock drip | |
| Of rains upon half-lived or ruined springs, | |
| Where you dance, smiling, numbs me now, and soothes | 10 |
| Hopes that once sought a beauty gone before. | |
| Losses have stripped me! But the vanishings | |
| Of winter winds leave me to starry truths— | |
| Who once desired you, but desire no more! | | | | |
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