| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Arbor-Vitae | | By Louise Ayres Garnett |
| | J. K.—Died July 30th, 1918
NOTHING sings so sweetly as the silence of his song; | |
| Nothing runs so swiftly as his feet, supremely still; | |
| Nothing seems so neighbored to the heavens as the hill | |
| Whereon he sleeps all conquering, forever young and strong. | |
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| His soldier-body is at peace and dreams have closed his eyes, | 5 |
| But his spirit drains the cup of love for which his body bled. | |
| Oh, poems may be made by fools, as humbly he has said, | |
| Yet God and he have made the tree beneath whose shade he lies. | | | | |
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