| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | In High Places | | By Harriet Monroe |
| | From “Notes of Travel”
MY mountains, God has company in heaven— | |
| Crowned saints who sing to him the sun-long day. | |
| He has no need of speech with you—with you, | |
| Dust of his foot-stool! No, but I have need. | |
| Oh, speak to me, for you are mine as well— | 5 |
| Drift of my soul. I built you long ago; | |
| I reared your granite masonry to make | |
| My house of peace, and spread your flowered carpets, | |
| And set your blue-tiled roof, and in your courts | |
| Made musical fountains play. Ah, give me now | 10 |
| Shelter and sustenance and liberty, | |
| That I may mount your sky-assailing towers | |
| And hear the winds communing, and give heed | |
| To the large march of stars, and enter in | |
| The spirit-crowded courts of solitude. | 15 | | | |
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