Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
In the NightMargaret Judson
B
You have been dead a year,
You have been dead so many months, so many weeks,
And many, many days!
You have sunk deep into death,
You are resting in every limb.
You have turned away your face from me to sleep—
You are so quiet
You have forgotten me.
I wake in my bed, I moan,
I turn restlessly from side to side.
O my beloved, I will forget you—
You shall not be waked by my moaning,
You shall not hear my cries;
I will be quiet,
You shall sink deep into death.
I will remember you only with the taking in of my breath,
I will remember you only with the beating of my heart.
I will forget you.