Afterward (verse)
McComb, Dorothy Shepard
Afterward Already strange, I pass you on the street, You, who but yesterwhile were overdeare" No answering lift of heart that you are near Yet am I careful lest our eyes shall meet. Oh, I can hear...
...Dorothy Shepard McComb...
...Oh, I can hear your voice, remembering lies, Or clasp your hand, recalling cruelty - Only your glance I fear lest we shall see A grave still open in each other's eyes...
Vol. 11 • February 1930 • No. 14
