| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Alchemy | | By Florence Kilpatrick Mixter |
| | | THEY had no souls, the envious ones! | |
| They were blind to your heart’s beauty, | |
| Deaf to your spirit’s voice, | |
| And dumb in the presence of your holiness. | |
| But they felt a vague warmth | 5 |
| In their cold hands | |
| As you passed. | |
| And so they reached out | |
| For your flaming soul; | |
| Throwing it on their own dead altar-fires, | 10 |
| Warming their numb fingers in the golden flame | |
| That rose to Heaven, | |
| Flickered, | |
| And went out. | |
| Somewhere, among the scattered ashes, | 15 |
| Lies the matrix-stone | |
| Of your imperishable beauty. | | | | |
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