| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Desire | | By H. Thompson Rich |
| | | I WOULD send these dreams of yours and mine re-borning; | |
| I would send our love out to seek noble flight— | |
| Over the interminable mountains of the morning, | |
| Over the endless oceans of the night. | |
| I would put the lightness of it into laughter, | 5 |
| I would put the sorrow of it into song— | |
| That should go echoing on for ages after, | |
| That should make glad the world whole aeons long. | |
| I would tell in deathless paint the glory of it; | |
| I would tell in immutable stone its majesty— | 10 |
| To halo it and hold a light above it, | |
| To temper it with immortality. | |
| I would spin it to the heavens, span on span … | |
| Were I but—oh, a little more than man! | | | | |
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