| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | A Lost Friend | | By Margaret Widdemer |
| | From “Voices of Women”
I WISH there could have been— | |
| Strong, loyal, innocent— | |
| But one hour long ago, | |
| The you I thought to be. | |
| High watch on things unseen, | 5 |
| Grave honor, pure intent— | |
| The soul I thought to know | |
| Gave all these things to me. | |
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| I could have made a grave | |
| For that immortal hour, | 10 |
| For that immortal friend, | |
| Still through my whole life mine. | |
| Purple and gold would wave | |
| Thought-flower, passion-flower, | |
| Above it, to the end | 15 |
| Comforting-place and shrine. | |
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| But where your image stood | |
| Oh, there was never you! | |
| (My heart, whence it is gone, | |
| Feels a tired, empty pain). | 20 |
| You were a dream, a mood, | |
| Dim, wavering, untrue; | |
| A ghost that passed at dawn | |
| And will not come again. | | | | |
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