| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Please | | By Dorothy Butts |
| | From “The Passers-by”
GIVE me the old familiar things, | |
| Though they be very plain: | |
| The quaint old tune Joanna sings, | |
| The small house in a lane, | |
| Whose fragrance meets the open door; | 5 |
| The faded carpet on the floor, | |
| The patient peace of furniture— | |
| Familiar things I can endure. | |
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| I have been brave a long, long while, | |
| Heard praise, and scorning afterward; | 10 |
| I have met eyes that did not smile, | |
| And now I ask for my reward. | |
| I know the panoramic strand | |
| Of happiness, and grief’s sequence. | |
| Rough grains have scratched my venturous hand. | 15 |
| I beg no tribute nor defence; | |
| I only ask familiar things— | |
| The quaint old tune Joanna sings. | | | | |
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