| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Nun | | By Odell Shepard |
| | | ONE glance, and I had lost her in the riot | |
| Of tangled cries. | |
| She trod the clamor with a cloistral quiet | |
| Deep in her eyes, | |
| As though she heard the muted music only | 5 |
| That silence makes | |
| Among dim mountain summits and on lonely | |
| Deserted lakes. | |
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| There is some broken song her heart remembers | |
| From long ago; | 10 |
| Some love lies buried deep, some passion’s embers | |
| Smothered in snow. | |
| Far voices of a joy that sought and missed her | |
| Fail now, and cease…. | |
| And this has given the deep eyes of God’s sister | 15 |
| Their dreadful peace. | | | | |
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