|Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.|
|Tak for Sidst|
|By Babette Deutsch|
To C. S.
GOOD-BYE, you said, and your voice was an echo, a promise.
|You turned to go, a grey iron ghost.|
|The night took you.|
|Insubstantial as air, stronger than iron,|
|You were here and had gone.|| 5|
|Your voice was an omen, an echo.|