| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Oh We Shall Meet | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “The Harp”
OH we shall meet, | |
| But how shall be that meeting? | |
| Oh we shall meet, | |
| But there is no repeating | |
| The look, the word, the laugh that used to be— | 5 |
| There is no meeting now for you and me. | |
| We shall be there—in the room together, near— | |
| But the old delight that made old meetings dear | |
| Will not return, the leaping of will to will: | |
| Only a husky word, a trembling that tries to be still; | 10 |
| And we shall look at each other then, unbelieving the past, | |
| Knowing that even our sorrow could not last. | | | | |
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