Page:Poetry, a magazine of verse, Volume 7 (October 1915-March 1916).djvu/303

Gloom :Then I thought: Upstairs, her child is sleeping; And I felt the presence Of the fields we had walked over, the roads we had followed, The flowers we had watched together, Before it came.

She had touched my hair, and only then did I feel it; And I loved her once again.

The lamp burns, And in its circle of light Papers and books lie Where chance and life Have placed them.


 * Silence sings all around me;

My head is bound with a band; Outside in the Street a few footsteps; A clock strikes the hour.


 * I gaze, and my eyes close

Slowly:


 * I doze; but the moment before sleep,

A voice calls my name