Dusk in War Time

By Sara Teasdale

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!