| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To an Old Couple | | By Scudder Middleton |
| | | WAIT a little while— | |
| Death will answer to your nodding; | |
| Like a friend he will come and find you, | |
| Take you both and fold you from the sun. | |
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| Two old, tired people! | 5 |
| What does it matter to you now | |
| That no one thing was completed, | |
| Not even a single task set the early heart | |
| Achieved in fulness? | |
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| Bow on your mute assents to life! | 10 |
| The years unravel the designs of youth, | |
| Yet time brings at the last | |
| The serene illusion of accomplishment. | |
| When your two wrinkled hands meet in the night— | |
| You know that all is well. | 15 |
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| Wait a while— | |
| The door will open. | | | | |
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