| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Hope of Heaven | | By Florence Wilkinson |
| | | I SHALL tell thee some day, thou little wild god, | |
| Of the pains I suffered for thee. | |
| Thou wilt laugh a great laugh of diviner knowledge, | |
| And sweep me up high beside thee. | |
| Then I shall forget the dark travail-pains, | 5 |
| The blood-crimsoned trail, the lair, the long rains, | |
| Up there in the light beside thee. | |
| No longer a sullen beast-mother, I, | |
| With suspicious furred ears and a fierce agate eye, | |
| But winged and mighty like thee. | 10 | | | |
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