| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To F. W. | | By Edith Wyatt |
| | | YOU are my companion | |
| Down the silver road, | |
| Still and many-changing, | |
| Infinitely changing. | |
| You are my companion. | 5 |
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| Something sings in lives— | |
| Days of walking on and on, | |
| Deep beyond all singing, | |
| Wonderful past singing. | |
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| Wonderful our road, | 10 |
| Long and many-changing, | |
| Infinitely changing. | |
| This, more wonderful— | |
| We are here together, | |
| You and I together, | 15 |
| I am your companion; | |
| You are my companion, | |
| My own, true companion. | |
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| Let the road-side fade: | |
| Morning on the mountain-top, | 20 |
| Hours along the valley, | |
| Days of walking on and on, | |
| Pulse away in silence, | |
| In eternal silence. | |
| Let the world all fade, | 25 |
| Break and pass away. | |
| Yet will this remain, | |
| Deep beyond all singing, | |
| My own true companion, | |
| Beautiful past singing: | 30 |
| We were here together— | |
| On this earth together; | |
| I was your companion, | |
| You were my companion, | |
| My own true companion. | 35 | | | |
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