| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Monody to the Sound of Zithers | | By Kay Boyle |
| | | I HAVE wanted other things more than lovers … | |
| I have desired peace, intimately to know | |
| The secret curves of deep-bosomed contentment, | |
| To learn by heart things beautiful and slow. | |
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| Cities at night, and cloudful skies, I’ve wanted; | 5 |
| And open cottage doors, old colors and smells a part; | |
| All dim things, layers of river-mist on river— | |
| To capture Beauty’s hands and lay them on my heart. | |
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| I have wanted clean rain to kiss my eyelids, | |
| Sea-spray and silver foam to kiss my mouth. | 10 |
| I have wanted strong winds to flay me with passion; | |
| And, to soothe me, tired winds from the south. | |
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| These things have I wanted more than lovers … | |
| Jewels in my hands, and dew on morning grass— | |
| Familiar things, while lovers have been strangers. | 15 |
| Friended thus, I have let nothing pass. | | | | |
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