| Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922. |
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| The Unknown Belovèd |
| | | John Hall Wheelock |
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| I DREAMED I passed a doorway | |
| Where, for a sign of death, | |
| White ribbons one was binding | |
| About a flowery wreath. | |
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| What drew me so I know not, | 5 |
| But drawing near I said, | |
| “Kind sir, and can you tell me | |
| Who is it here lies dead?” | |
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| Said he, “Your most belovèd | |
| Died here this very day, | 10 |
| That had known twenty Aprils | |
| Had she but lived till May.” | |
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| Astonished I made answer, | |
| “Good sir, how say you so! | |
| Here have I no belovèd, | 15 |
| This house I do not know.” | |
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| Quoth he, “Who from the world’s end | |
| Was destined unto thee | |
| Here lies, thy true belovèd | |
| Whom thou shalt never see.” | 20 |
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| I dreamed I passed a doorway | |
| Where, for a sign of death, | |
| White ribbons one was binding | |
| About a flowery wreath. | |
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