| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Mother’s Son in Salonika | | By D. H. Lawrence |
| | From “War Films”
THE MIDNIGHT shadow sinking down has slung | |
| Over your tent the one tent of us all, my love; | |
| In whose close folds above you, near above, | |
| The flame of my soul like a trembling star is hung. | |
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| That is my spirit hovering close above | 5 |
| You now as you turn your face towards the sky. | |
| Oh, as you stand looking up, do you know it is I? | |
| Do you lift your lips to kiss me good-night, my love? | | | | |
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