McClure's Magazine/Volume 7/Number 1/And Then?

by Gertrude Hall

And then?—Then when the roses
  Were ripe, they went to seed.
And then?—Was seen a white scar
  Where once a wound did bleed.

And then?—After a little,
 Hope found she might not stay.
And then?—Then as the year waned
 The swallows went away.

And then?—They laid the hero
 Among forgotten men
Low in the lone God's acre,
 Beneath a stone.—And then?