| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Will It Be Like This? | | By Miriam Allen deFord |
| | From “Under the Cliff”
WILL it be like this?— | |
| Climbing the hill at midnight, | |
| While the rain seeps from the plumaged pepper-trees, | |
| And the damp air is rank with eucalyptus; | |
| And our little house black and untenanted, | 5 |
| Soundless, where your hurrying footsteps | |
| Used to run to the door to greet me; | |
| Black, and cold, and I alone there? | |
| Will that be the way of it, | |
| On that silent day when I shall begin waiting | 10 |
| For Death to release me to you? | | | | |
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