Dorothy McVickar. Long Days. Harriet Monroe, ed. Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912-22

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22.

Long Days

By Dorothy McVickar


I HAVE watched long days of dawning,
And long, long nights of dread;
And I am a little weary
Of traveling toward the dead.
When I looked out last evening	5
I thought the wan moonlight
Seemed tired and pale with shining,
A lantern in the night.

I heard them whisper this morning
As I heard them yesterday,	10
“Do you think she will last much longer,
Dragging along this way?
Her hands are like withered flowers,
Her face is a strange dried leaf;
She has stayed too long in her body,	15
She is wheat turned dust in the sheaf.”