| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Timelessness | | By Louise Townsend Nicholl |
| | | WE knew a timeless place beside three trees, | |
| Where lights across an arching bridge were set; | |
| And, dark against the sky, was flung a frieze | |
| Of human joy in shifting silhouette. | |
| Figures of children—swift, and lovers—slow, | 5 |
| Made us a pageant as they crossed the hill. | |
| We called it “being dead,” and watched them go, | |
| Remembering when we were living still. | |
| Now you have died, and found those timeless nights; | |
| Ours was a dream which you have made come true. | 10 |
| Three trees are there, a hill, a bridge of lights: | |
| I know, I know—I have been dead with you! | |
| I shall put off my grief, my sick despair, | |
| Since only joy is silhouetted there. | | | | |
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