| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Broken Tie | | By Agnes Lee |
| | From “Pictures of Women”
HOW the wind blew, | |
| And the snow threw | |
| Its ermine softness at my window-pane! | |
| Now I am there again, | |
| In the old house as once on a winter night. | 5 |
| About the rooms I stray, | |
| A stranger, yet at home forevermore. | |
| A creak of the floor— | |
| Why, here comes Rosalie, | |
| Here’s Gordon tiptoeing to me, | 10 |
| Holding his candle high. | |
| Children, children, I have come back—yes, I! | |
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| What has become of the house I have forsworn? | |
| What other forms are they, | |
| Bringing new garnishment to nook and hall? | 15 |
| I see them not at all, | |
| As here I sit, a mother miles away, | |
| And roam the rooms and roam the rooms till morn. | | | | |
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