| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | An Old Woman | | By Harlow Clarke |
| | | SOMETHING within her makes her live so long— | |
| It pays no heed that all her friends are dead. | |
| Her age is moving as a simple song, | |
| Wailing that happy days long since are dead. | |
| Something forgets that all her teeth have dropt, | 5 |
| That eyes no longer serve to see her ways. | |
| Time seems not weary of this weed uncropt, | |
| And draws her on into these newer days. | |
| She does not know at night if she will rise | |
| And wake again to live another day. | 10 |
| Eternity of age now makes her wise— | |
| A thing on point of passing, hear her say: | |
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| “The moon outlasts my days; the sleepless hounds | |
| Bark ever in the night—strange haunting sounds.” | | | | |
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