Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
I Have Waited for You LongJoseph Auslander
I
To covert under the hills; I am alone;
No bell disturbs the evening monotone;
I seem to merge with those implacable laws
Which left the pyramid a graven pause
In some gigantic attitude of stone.
There is an advent I have never known,
There is an imminence that overawes.
I have waited for you long, my cold white one;
Let not another muffled night repeat
The tragic gesture of oblivion.
Let all death be concentred in your tread …
You will not walk with me when I am dead.