| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Scholar | | By Eunice Tietjens |
| | From “Profiles from China”
YOU sit, chanting the maxims of Confucius. | |
| On your head is a domed cap of black satin, and your supple hands with their long nails are piously folded. | |
| You rock to and fro rhythmically. | |
| Your voice, rising and falling in clear nasal monosyllables, flows on steadily, monotonously, like the flowing of water and the flowering of thought. | |
| You are chanting, it seems, of the pious conduct of man in all ages; | 5 |
| And I know you for a scoundrel. | |
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| None the less the maxims of Confucius are venerable, and your voice pleasant. | |
| I listen attentively. | | | | |
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