| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Before Dawn in Camp | | By Harley Graves |
| | From “Songs from the Woods”
UPON our eyelids, dear, the dew will lie, | |
| And on the roughened meshes of our hair, | |
| While little feet make bold to scurry by | |
| And half-notes shrilly cut the quickened air. | |
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| Our clean, hard bodies, on the clean, hard ground, | 5 |
| Will vaguely feel that they are full of power; | |
| And they will stir—and stretch—and look around— | |
| Loving the early, chill, half-lighted hour, | |
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| Loving the voices in the shadowed trees, | |
| Loving the feet that stir the blossoming grass. | 10 |
| Oh, always we have known such things as these, | |
| And knowing, can we love and let them pass? | | | | |
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