| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Unknown | | By Ellen Margaret Janson |
| | From “Tableaux”
I AM the stir of garments that you heard | |
| Pass by you in the wood. | |
| I am the lips that smile, but speak no word | |
| For evil or for good. | |
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| I am the voice that whispered in the long | 5 |
| Sweet twilights of the spring. | |
| I am the haunting music of the song | |
| I would not let you sing. | |
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| I am the finger beckoning in the street; | |
| The strife, and the reward; | 10 |
| The quivering joy that stabbed you with its sweet | |
| Sharper than any sword. | |
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| I am the dream that shines—a light apart, | |
| When other lights are spent. | |
| I am the pain that grips and breaks your heart | 15 |
| To save it from content! | | | | |
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