Verse > Anthologies > Harriet Monroe, ed. > Poetry: A Magazine of Verse, 1912–22
Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
The Soldier to Helen
By Loureine Aber
From “Laurel Wreaths”

DO not think of me sadly—only me—sadly,
I beseech you.
Let your little hands slur not an instant over the sweet passages,
Let not your lips be smitten—
It is well.        5
Here in the silver snuff of dusk,
That will put my single candle out, I know,
Silently, some evening, when the moon hangs low—
Here in the mellow hush of war
(War is a hush, that puts your legs on straighter,        10
And your torso fitter for the bait of gods),
I am well.
Candle or flame or moth—
Do not worry, do not slip a moment on the yellow path
Your little feet dance over, as a wild faun on the hills.        15
Do not be troubled—
It is well.

Shakespeare · Bible · Strunk · Anatomy · Nonfiction · Quotations · Reference · Fiction · Poetry
© 1993–2015 · [Top 150] · Subjects · Titles · Authors · World Lit.