|Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222.|
|On the Ambulance|
|By Robert Redfield, Jr.|
From War Sketches
THE UPPER stretcher on the left-hand side,
|I mean. Something felt queer behind my back.|
|Here, take my pocket light.|
You neednt stop.
. Hes dead.|
| I thought so. I shant stop.|| 5|
|Dawn must be nearly herethe star-shells bloom|
|More palely on the sky. He must have died|
I never saw so many stars.