| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Her Death | | By Florence Wilkinson |
| | From the Other Side
THE SILENCE sobbed | |
| Like a bird’s throat, | |
| Clear as a star. | |
| Yes, in the gathering twilight throbbed | |
| A liquid note, | 5 |
| A breath! | |
| It drew me far…. | |
| Over my room’s inscrutable shade | |
| A Brightness leaned, | |
| A sun, a cloud. | 10 |
| I sang aloud— | |
| Yet no one heard, no mortal heard— | |
| “Who hasteneth? | |
| Yea, I am ready, ready, Death! | |
| My Death, dear Death my life!” | 15 |
| The step, the word— | |
| Ah, he has heard! | |
| He came, I kissed the great white blade. | |
| I lived—and I was not afraid. | | | | |
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