| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | In the Night | | By Margaret Judson |
| | | BUT you have been dead so long— | |
| You have been dead a year, | |
| You have been dead so many months, so many weeks, | |
| And many, many days! | |
| You have sunk deep into death, | 5 |
| You are resting in every limb. | |
| You have turned away your face from me to sleep— | |
| You are so quiet | |
| You have forgotten me. | |
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| Sometimes I am afraid that you are alive— | 10 |
| I wake in my bed, I moan, | |
| I turn restlessly from side to side. | |
| O my beloved, I will forget you— | |
| You shall not be waked by my moaning, | |
| You shall not hear my cries; | 15 |
| I will be quiet, | |
| You shall sink deep into death. | |
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| I will forget you. | |
| I will remember you only with the taking in of my breath, | |
| I will remember you only with the beating of my heart. | 20 |
| I will forget you. | | | | |
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