| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Memories | | By D. H. Lawrence |
| | | OH, if I could have put you in my heart, | |
| If but I could have wrapped you in myself, | |
| How glad I should have been! And now the chart | |
| Of your lost face unrolls itself to me— | |
| Or dead, or still, or grieved, or glad, or hurt. | 5 |
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| And oh, that you had never, never been | |
| Some of your selves, my love; I would that some | |
| Of your several faces I had never seen! | |
| For still the night through will they come and go | |
| One after each, and show me what they mean. | 10 |
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| And oh, my love, as I rock for you tonight, | |
| And have not any longer any hope | |
| Of sweeping out old sorrows with the bright | |
| Sure love that could have helped you through the fight, | |
| I own that some of me is dead tonight. | 15 | | | |
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