Poems by Harriet Monroe
A Story
... At last, made strong by love and death, ...
The Peacemaker
... He knocks at tombs where kings their summons wait, ...
Mountain Song
... For me no marriage feast is spread: ...
Nogi
... And struck the White Tsar from his Asian throne ...
The Humming-Bird
... Now I go. Patterned parks and bold skyscrapers ...
On The Porch
... The glorious dead heaped up like rags, &emsp ...
The Telephone
... Green-curtained, lit with cresset stars aglow, ...
Pain
... She lay; spring was still young, and still the play ...
In The Beginning
... For light a thousand wings &emsp ...
The Message Of The Wind
... O wind of heaven, from pink clouds driven, ...
Rubens
... It was all one to you &mdash goddesses, saints, court ladies &mdash ...
Nancy Hanks
... Lofty skies The slow clouds climb, ...
The Blue Ridge
... The low-lying mountains sleep at the edge of the world ...
Winter
... She has won Graces that please the high-enthronèd sun ...
His Stenographer
... Guess she likes to spend the plunder ...
