| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Door | | By Orrick Johns |
| | From “Country Rhymes”
LOVE is a proud and gentle thing, a better thing to own | |
| Than all of the wide impossible stars over the heavens blown, | |
| And the little gifts her hand gives are careless given or taken, | |
| And though the whole great world break, the heart of her is not shaken … | |
| Love is a viol in the wind, a viol never stilled, | 5 |
| And mine of all is the surest that ever God has willed; | |
| I shall speak to her though she goes before me into the grave, | |
| And though I drown in the sea, herself shall come upon a wave; | |
| And the things that love gives after shall be as they were before, | |
| For life is only a small house and love is an open door. | 10 | | | |
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