| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Companion | | By Emmy Veronica Sanders |
| | | YOU are the wave that ever | |
| Batters our lonely shore; | |
| You are in each sweet fruit | |
| The bitter core. | |
| You are the night that smothers | 5 |
| The day’s last gleam, | |
| And in the peace of sleep | |
| You are the fitful dream. | |
| You are the blackness hovering | |
| In the heart of each golden flame; | 10 |
| You are the threat ever changing, | |
| Yet ever the same. | |
| You stand at the end of each path— | |
| The immovable dumb rock of slate. | |
| You are the weariness | 15 |
| Halting our leaden gait. | |
| Yours is the voice of the wind | |
| Over the frozen plain | |
| And the dark hand of the Sower | |
| Sowing the seed of pain. | 20 |
| You are the mist that hides | |
| The promise of far green hills; | |
| And on each budding faith | |
| You are the frost that kills. | |
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| You are the Chastising Rod, | 25 |
| You are the Reckoning; | |
| You are the Shadow that follows | |
| Each Thing. | | | | |
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