Sara Teasdale

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!