| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Afterwards | | By H. Thompson Rich |
| | To M. E. S. I FANCY that perhaps you think of me | |
| At times, when the curtain of dusk has fallen low | |
| And dim strange ghosts of daylight come and go, | |
| Gold-footed where the shadows leap and flee. | |
| And I fancy that perhaps a memory | 5 |
| Lingers of silent moments we dared not know, | |
| Of words said softly, laughter sudden and slow, | |
| And tokens and signs and symbols we dared not see. | |
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| I picture you alone in your dark room, | |
| Curled in a deep chair, quiet and lost in thought, | 10 |
| Pondering curious riddles in the gloom: | |
| Of one who came, and something that he brought; | |
| Of one who worked, and something that he wrought; | |
| Of one who searched, and something, that he sought. | | | | |
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