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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Broken Tie

Agnes Lee

From “Pictures of Women”

HOW the wind blew,

And the snow threw

Its ermine softness at my window-pane!

Now I am there again,

In the old house as once on a winter night.

About the rooms I stray,

A stranger, yet at home forevermore.

A creak of the floor—

Why, here comes Rosalie,

Here’s Gordon tiptoeing to me,

Holding his candle high.

Children, children, I have come back—yes, I!

What has become of the house I have forsworn?

What other forms are they,

Bringing new garnishment to nook and hall?

I see them not at all,

As here I sit, a mother miles away,

And roam the rooms and roam the rooms till morn.