| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Ante Proelium | | By Morris Bishop |
| | From “With the A. E. F.”
IN the clairvoyance of a midnight waking | |
| I took an inventory of Myself: | |
| A little knowledge on a dusty shelf, | |
| A few good deeds (Fragile—Beware of Breaking), | |
| A light heart, fissured by no hours of aching, | 5 |
| Scraps of old songs, fragments of childish fears, | |
| And blowing memories of unlit years, | |
| And litter of achievements—in the making. | |
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| “And this,” I said, “is all I have to give | |
| In the extremity of all mankind! | 10 |
| I give it gladly; for I do not find | |
| It hard that this agglomerate should not live; | |
| The only thing,” I said, “about being dead, | |
| The hard part is, I have three friends,” I said. | | | | |
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