| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Jewess and the V. C. | | By D. H. Lawrence |
| | From “War Films”
AH, young man!— | |
| What sort of timorous potion of love have you drunk? | |
| If you see my rings, how they sparkle within my ears, | |
| You go about in a dream, with your countenance sunk, | |
| And children behind you taunting you to tears. | 5 |
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| Why, if you saw my limbs, how they shine on my body, | |
| What then would you do? Then for sure you would go | |
| And die like a dog in a hole. ’Tis strange what a shoddy | |
| Lover you make, such a hero in front of the foe! | | | | |
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