| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Color | | By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson |
| | | A BLUE-BLACK Nubian plucking oranges | |
| At Jaffa by a sea of malachite, | |
| In red tarboosh, green sash, and flowing white | |
| Burnous—among shadowy memories | |
| That haunt me yet by these bleak northern seas | 5 |
| He lives forever in my eyes’ delight; | |
| Bizarre, superb in young immortal might, | |
| A god of old barbaric mysteries. | |
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| Maybe he lived a life of lies and lust, | |
| Maybe his bones are now but scattered dust; | 10 |
| Yet for a moment he was life supreme | |
| Exultant and unchallenged; and my rhyme | |
| Would set him safely out of reach of time | |
| In that old heaven where things are what they seem. | | | | |
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