| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Since I Have Felt the Sense of Death | | By Helen Hoyt |
| | From “Poems of Life and Death”
SINCE I have felt the sense of death, | |
| Since I have borne its dread, its fear— | |
| Oh, how my life has grown more dear | |
| Since I have felt the sense of death! | |
| Sorrows are good, and cares are small, | 5 |
| Since I have known the loss of all. | |
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| Since I have felt the sense of death, | |
| And death forever at my side— | |
| Oh, how the world has opened wide | |
| Since I have felt the sense of death! | 10 |
| My hours are jewels that I spend, | |
| For I have seen the hours end. | |
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| Since I have felt the sense of death, | |
| Since I have looked on that black night— | |
| My inmost brain is fierce with light | 15 |
| Since I have felt the sense of death. | |
| O dark, that made my eyes to see! | |
| O death, that gave my life to me! | | | | |
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