| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Under Orders | | By Charles Granville |
| | From “Poems of the Hour”
NO shouting heralded the word | |
| As through the ranks it swiftly went; | |
| But a low murmur such as trees | |
| Indulge, when grateful summer’s spent. | |
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| A murmuring of seasoned wills | 5 |
| Bent upon hellish wrong’s redress! | |
| A diapason sound from deep | |
| To deep, presaging storm and stress. | |
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| Then each to his allotted place | |
| For sleep. You say your fancy heard | 10 |
| The air beat by a thousand wings | |
| That night. I could not doubt your word. | | | | |
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