Original typescript of To One Lost by Raymond Knister.
To One Lost
Your voice was in the air last night,
It was strange to have you near;
The rooms were filled with laughter and light
And no one seemed to hear.
From the mockery at the window I turned away
And did not close it out.
But how impossible to chatter and be gay, –
Your voice in my heart and without
Iowa City, Iowa.
(After Exile, page 148)