| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Trenches | | By A. Alondra |
| | | THE NIGHT-FALL in the trenches— | |
| The hungry Russian plain | |
| Stretching its endless whiteness | |
| Beneath the bullet’s rain. | |
| Those flecks of black and crimson— | 5 |
| Ah, God! the vultures know!— | |
| Are hearts that beat with love and hope | |
| But one short hour ago. | |
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| Above the fumes of battle, | |
| Above the shrieks of hell, | 10 |
| The singing of the bullet, | |
| The crashing of the shell, | |
| A dream of gold-green shadows— | |
| Ah, God! the wood-doves know!— | |
| Where you and I walked hand in hand | 15 |
| A thousand years ago! | | | | |
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