| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | I Have Waited for You Long | | By Joseph Auslander |
| | | I HAVE waited for you long: the sun withdraws | |
| To covert under the hills; I am alone; | |
| No bell disturbs the evening monotone; | |
| I seem to merge with those implacable laws | |
| Which left the pyramid a graven pause | 5 |
| In some gigantic attitude of stone. | |
| There is an advent I have never known, | |
| There is an imminence that overawes. | |
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| Approach me, making pallor with your feet: | |
| I have waited for you long, my cold white one; | 10 |
| Let not another muffled night repeat | |
| The tragic gesture of oblivion. | |
| Let all death be concentred in your tread … | |
| You will not walk with me when I am dead. | | | | |
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