III.
Dusk in War Time
 

A half-hour more and you will lean
   To gather me close in the old sweet way --
But oh, to the woman over the sea
   Who will come at the close of day?

A half-hour more and I will hear
   The key in the latch and the strong, quick tread --
But oh, the woman over the sea
   Waiting at dusk for one who is dead!