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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
 
On Sick Leave, 1916
By Hamilton Fish Armstrong
 
HE limped beneath the Arch, across the Square,
And through the dazzling shaft of rainbow-air
That blew from where the busy fountain leaped.
For him within that vision-laden cloud
There were no peaceful hills, no valleys loud        5
With streams, no fields in honeysuckle steeped.
 
Grim hills there were, emplumed with puffs of smoke—
Valleys there were, where biting guns awoke
Echoes that died amid the eternal din—
Broad honeysuckle-bordered fields there were,        10
Stamped down by passing troops,—and in the air
That smell which only is where war has been.
 
 
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