| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Improvisation | | By Charles deGuire Christoph |
| | From Reflections TELL me the singing glory of my woe, | |
| Poet who can hold the pen to paper, for I go | |
| Silently down the neuter-tinted pathways of old streams | |
| Lazily frowning, waiting still the beams | |
| Of suns extended in some dazzling secret sky | 5 |
| To show me beauty on my heart before I die | |
| Great Beauty shrouded in her multi-colored pall | |
| With kisses for my lips, and sweetness for the gall | |
That stings them.
So some have always gone; | |
| My burdens but a little flowery load upon | 10 |
| Old monks and lovers smiling in their graves, | |
| And singing kings somewhere who once were slaves | |
Like me. Why scan so long? O poet, say, | |
| He wandered and he waited till he found where Beauty lay. | | | | |
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