| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Go from Me | | By Mary Aldis |
| | | O PAIN, go from me for a little space! | |
| Leave me to greet the sun-awakened day! | |
| You have companioned me in every place— | |
| Now, for an hour, I would go my way. | |
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| I would go forth with lifted eyes and heart | 5 |
| Hearing the blackbird’s cry, the lark’s delight. | |
| The whole world sings—I must attune my part, | |
| Send my voice ringing down the halls of night. | |
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| I have been patient with your dull dead clasp, | |
| Have borne the horror of your fierce embrace; | 10 |
| I have not shrunk from your unceasing grasp | |
| Nor from the lowering pallor of your face. | |
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| Now I am weary—I would go my way | |
| One hour alone, to greet the new-born day! | | | | |
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