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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Waiting

Dorothy Dow

From “Handful of Ashes”

IF you should walk in the park and not find me,

Or go in the market-place and not see me,

Would you not search further?

Does not your heart tell you I am somewhere?

Go out on the long roads—I may be at the end of one.

The sea to the ship,

The river to the little boat,

The cloud to the swallow—

One for the other, always.

And I, for you, forever.