| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Winter Wife | | By Margery Swett |
| | | THE WHITE hills smoke with snow— | |
| And it is well for you, | |
| Who make so poor a lover, | |
| Who give my hands such little tasks to do; | |
| For, were the doorstep bare, | 5 |
| And the path not drifted over, | |
| My heart would need no cover— | |
| I should go: | |
| Go and never care, | |
| Fling out my arms and run; | 10 |
| Glad in the wakening sun, | |
| Wild in the singing air, | |
| Race with my blowing hair! | |
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| But the weight of the winter is on the door, | |
| And the snow has driven me near to you. | 15 |
| It might be well if you’d love me more | |
| And tell me I am dear to you, | |
| Although it is early to understand! | |
| For how is there any knowing | |
| The road I will be going | 20 |
| When a free wind is blowing | |
| Over the opened land? | | | | |
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