Willis Richardson, "The After Thought" (1923)
But I was fretful from an angry sting;
And in my petulance was unaware
Of what great change a few hours' thought would bring.
Now you are gone, my days are bleak and long
And vacant as a sail-deserted sea;
Silent is my poor heart's divinest song,
Dead all those dreams of hope that lived with me.
Published in The Crisis, June 1923