| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Don Juan | | By D. H. Lawrence |
| | | IT is Isis the mystery | |
| Must be in love with me. | |
| |
| Here this round ball of earth, | |
| Where all the mountains sit | |
| Solemn in groups, | 5 |
| And the bright rivers flit | |
| Round them for girth: | |
| |
| Here the trees and troops | |
| Darken the shining grass; | |
| And many bright people pass | 10 |
| Like plunder from heaven: | |
| Many bright people pass | |
| Plundered from heaven. | |
| |
| But what of the mistresses, | |
| What the beloved seven? | 15 |
| —They were but witnesses, | |
| I was just driven. | |
| |
| Where is there peace for me? | |
| It is Isis the mystery | |
| Must be in love with me. | 20 | | | |
|
|
