| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Terror | | By F. S. Flint |
| | From “In London”
EYES are tired; | |
| The lamp burns, | |
| And in its circle of light | |
| Papers and books lie | |
| Where chance and life | 5 |
| Have placed them. | |
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| Silence sings all around me; | |
| My head is bound with a band; | |
| Outside in the street a few footsteps; | |
| A clock strikes the hour. | 10 |
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| I gaze, and my eyes close | |
| Slowly: | |
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| I doze; but the moment before sleep, | |
| A voice calls my name | |
| In my ear, | 15 |
| And the shock jolts my heart: | |
| But when I open my eyes, | |
| And look, first left, and then right…. | |
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| No one is there. | | | | |
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