| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Failure | | By G. Tucker Bispham |
| | | VISIONS are piled up on the morning skies! | |
| With great cloud-bastion, arch of mist, and spire | |
| Soaring to win the sun’s first golden fire, | |
| The spacious mansions of the soul arise. | |
| Grateful of heart, fresh-dedicated, wise, | 5 |
| I to my earthly task, at heaven’s hire, | |
| Eagerly turn, and fear no more to tire, | |
| Now such a hope is bright before mine eyes! | |
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| But toward the close of day, the scented air | |
| Thrills to a murmur and a beat of wings; | 10 |
| Twilight is veiled; “Who stirs—can Love be there?” | |
| No answer on his careless flight he flings: | |
| But, was there not a summons of shy laughter? | |
| I turn; I tremble; swift I follow after. | | | | |
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