| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Poet’s Part | | By Lily A. Long |
| | | IT is a little world where poets dwell— | |
| A little, hidden world; and few there be | |
| Who know its sign or language, or can tell | |
| Whence come the visions that the poets see. | |
| The great world beats about it heedlessly, | 5 |
| With things to win, to own, to buy, to sell, | |
| With myriad cares that leave no mortal free, | |
| With hopes that spur and bafflements that quell. | |
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| Yet ever does the great world in its might | |
| Swing onward through the darkness by the light | 10 |
| Caught up by poet hand from poet hand; | |
| And if but once should sink that flaming brand, | |
| Why, then would come at last the endless night, | |
| To hide the ruin of what God had planned. | | | | |
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