| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Gone | | By Benjamin Rosenbaum |
| | From “Songs of Youth”
SHE is gone! | |
| Gone? | |
| The night was moaning | |
| Under the whip of the wind. | |
| I was off through it, | 5 |
| Throwing myself against its emptiness | |
| As it clutched me | |
| And sent a shiver down my back. | |
| Where were the stars and the moon?— | |
| Some thief had taken them | 10 |
| As he had taken her. | |
| The hairless trees were talking wildly— | |
| They were as mad as I, | |
| But I was speechless. | |
| The lazy hours slowly plodded along, | 15 |
| Until God took pity | |
| And placed a red light in the east, | |
| While Peace sprinkled her flowers everywhere. | |
| And I found her! | | | | |
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