Dusk in War Time

by Sara Teasedale
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!