Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Her DeathFlorence Wilkinson
From the Other Side
T
Like a bird’s throat,
Clear as a star.
Yes, in the gathering twilight throbbed
A liquid note,
A breath!
It drew me far….
Over my room’s inscrutable shade
A Brightness leaned,
A sun, a cloud.
I sang aloud—
Yet no one heard, no mortal heard—
“Who hasteneth?
Yea, I am ready, ready, Death!
My Death, dear Death my life!”
The step, the word—
Ah, he has heard!
He came, I kissed the great white blade.
I lived—and I was not afraid.