| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Evil | | By F. S. Flint |
| | From “In London”
THE MIST of the evening is rose | |
| In the dying sun, | |
| And the street is quiet between its rows of plane-trees, | |
| And the walls of the gardens | |
| With the laurel bushes. | 5 |
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| I walk along in a dream, | |
| Half aware | |
| Of the empty black of the windows. | |
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| One window I pass by. | |
| It is not empty: | 10 |
| Something shows from it—white, I feel, and round— | |
| Something that pulls me back | |
| To gaze, still dreaming, | |
| To gaze and to wake and stare | |
| At a naked woman— | 15 |
| Oh, beautiful! | |
| Alone in the window. | |
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| Is there a sign? | |
| Does she call me? | |
| What is the lure? | 20 |
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| She does not move. | |
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| And I crawl to the gate, and stop, | |
| And open the gate, again stopping, | |
| And crawl again up the stone steps— | |
| Fear driving my heart mad— | 25 |
| Up to the door. | |
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| Door, do not open— | |
| Though I beat you with my fists! | | | | |
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