| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Intruder | | By Grace Stone Coates |
| | | ACROSS my book your hand augustly reaches— | |
| Thrusts it away. | |
| I turn impatient to the window, watching | |
| The tossed trees’ play, | |
| March sunshine glinting on a chilly rain-pool | 5 |
| That snow-banks frame. | |
| A lusty wind comes gusting on its errand | |
| And names your name. | |
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| Captive, defeated, having striven I yield me | |
| To thought awhile; | 10 |
| Letting the sunlight on the roughened waters | |
| Bear me your smile; | |
| Hearing the mischief-making wind that named you | |
| Question afresh | |
| If spirit find in spirit full contentment | 15 |
| Only through flesh. | | | | |
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