| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 13. When You Come |
| | | By Mary Aldis |
| | | | | “There was a girl with him for a time. She took him to her room when he was desolate and warmed him and took care of him. One day he could not find her. For many weeks he walked constantly in that locality in search of her.”—From Life of Francis Thompson. |
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| WHEN you come tonight | |
| To our small room | |
| You will look and listen— | |
| I shall not be there. | |
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| You will cry out your dismay | 5 |
| To the unheeding gods; | |
| You will wait and look and listen— | |
| I shall not be there. | |
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| There is a part of you I love | |
| More than your hands in mine at rest; | 10 |
| There is a part of you I love | |
| More than your lips upon my breast. | |
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| There is a part of you I wound | |
| Even in my caress; | |
| There is a part of you withheld | 15 |
| I may not possess. | |
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| There is a part of you I hate— | |
| Your need of me | |
| When you would be alone, | |
| Alone and free. | 20 |
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| When you come tonight | |
| To our small room | |
| You will look and listen— | |
| I shall not be there. | |
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