| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Your Neighbor and Mine | | By Scharmel Iris |
| | | HER life was like her quiet dress, | |
| Her burning soul a quenchless light. | |
| Mothering her sisters and her brothers | |
| Who cried for mothering in the night, | |
| Mothering them she knew | 5 |
| Not if the sea was blue | |
| Or the sun in the sky. | |
| She who was like a light— | |
| Like a thief in the night | |
| Love passed her by. | 10 |
| But on the day she came to die | |
| Death laid her quiet dress away. | |
| The common room filled with the light | |
| Of her bright soul. That night | |
| The neighbors did not stoop to pray | 15 |
| Marvelling at the light. | | | | |
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