| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | You Died for Dreams | | By Arthur L. Phelps |
| | | YOU’RE quiet; forgetful of the blind disaster | |
| That laid you here. You’re quiet. Shall I tell then | |
| At whose word you went out saying, “O Master!” | |
| And with what strange beauty your dying blessed your men? | |
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| You’re quiet; oh, so still and pale and quiet, | 5 |
| You who were ruddy, and the quickest, and so strong. | |
| I shall tell them, I think, after this riot, | |
| That you died for dreams because the world is wrong. | | | | |
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