| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Hill House | | By Douglas Goldring |
| | | I REMEMBER so well how the table looked that night; | |
| The shaded candle-flames were gentle and bright, | |
| Caressing the wine and silver. Jewels glowed, | |
| And bosom and wrist moved softly; light words flowed, | |
| And the surface chatter of dinner ran charmingly on. | 5 |
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| Then you told me of your dream cities, that Venice was one; | |
| And looking up quickly, at eyes now gray now blue | |
| (For Venice belongs to me, as well as to you), | |
| I thought, for a moment, I saw your soul shine through! | |
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| Is it odd for an hour’s companion to think such things? | 10 |
| Swift? But, dear, see—how Love and the Soul have wings! | | | | |
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