| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 151. Spring in War-Time |
| | | By Sara Teasdale |
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| I FEEL the spring far off, far off, | |
| The faint, far scent of bud and leaf | |
| Oh, how can spring take heart to come | |
| To a world in grief, | |
| Deep grief? | 5 |
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| The sun turns north, the days grow long, | |
| Later the evening star grows bright— | |
| How can the daylight linger on | |
| For men to fight, | |
| Still fight? | 10 |
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| The grass is waking in the ground, | |
| Soon it will rise and blow in waves— | |
| How can it have the heart to sway | |
| Over the graves, | |
| New graves? | 15 |
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| Under the boughs where lovers walked | |
| The apple-blooms will shed their breath— | |
| But what of all the lovers now | |
| Parted by Death, | |
| Grey Death? | 20 |
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