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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Return

Oscar Williams

From “Golden Darkness”

IN some far and lonely midnight

I shall arise as in a dream,

And part dark curtains on a strange room

Where mysterious candles gleam.

I shall open an unknown book

In that weird and wind-stirred place,

And come upon a poem

With a sad face.

I shall listen to my dead heart’s cry

Faint through the years that are gone,

And I shall feel over my shoulder

The Silence looking on.

And very softly he will touch me,

And I shall turn toward the gloom;

He will take my arm and quietly

Lead me out of the room.