| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Captive | | By Dorothy Dow |
| | From “Handful of Ashes”
BEAUTY that shakes in lights, | |
| Beauty that gleams in mists, | |
| Loveliness of still nights, | |
| Gold of the stars that twists, | |
| Ribbon-like, into the sea … | 5 |
| Beauty is calling me. | |
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| Delicate crimson flames, | |
| Jewels with long histories, | |
| Mysterious oft-said names, | |
| Blossoms beneath great trees, | 10 |
| Melodies deep and low, | |
| Call me. I can not go. | |
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| Heliotrope, jasmine, rose; | |
| Lovers, at crumbling gates; | |
| Silence, when eyelids close; | 15 |
| Cliffs, where the sea-bird mates: | |
| Beauty holds these for me | |
| Whose eyes are too blind to see. | |
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| Beauty, when sunbeams blur, | |
| Calls me again and again. | 20 |
| I can not answer her. | |
| Beauty shall call me in vain, | |
| Sadly, from year to year … | |
| Passion has chained me here. | | | | |
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