| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | In the Dark City | | By John Hall Wheelock |
| | | THERE is a harper plays | |
| Through the long watches of the lonely night | |
| When, like a cemetery, | |
| Sleeps the dark city, with her millions laid each in his tomb. | |
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| I feel it in my dream; but when I wake, | 5 |
| Suddenly, like some secret thing not to be overheard, | |
| It ceases— | |
| And the gray night grows dumb. | |
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| Only in memory | |
| Linger those veiled adagios, fading, fading … | 10 |
| Till, with the morning, they are lost. | |
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| What door was opened then? | |
| What worlds undreamed of lie around us in our sleep, | |
| That yet we may not know? | |
| Where is it one sat playing | 15 |
| Over and over, with such high and dreadful peace, | |
| The passion and sorrow of the eternal doom? | | | | |
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