| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Horns of Peace | | By Orrick Johns |
| | From “Country Rhymes”
NO man’s life is open as the houses | |
| Blindly he will build, houses of a dream; | |
| Where many maids are running, clad in leather blouses, | |
| Running with white legs into a stream. | |
| |
| Blow, blow the horns, clearer in the morning! | 5 |
| Never let the world hear, though the music wake | |
| Leaves on the ash-tree and rose set thorning; | |
| Let speech be over and no woman bake. | |
| |
| The ash-limbs are burdenless, the rose stands idle, | |
| A-tremble with the horns blowing far and sweet; | 10 |
| And even an old man will dream of a bridal, | |
| Seeing what he was when love was in his feet. | |
| |
| Blow, blow the horns, farther growing clearer! | |
| I have seen my life and love as a cloud | |
| A star will thrust a face through coming nearer … | 15 |
| Never let the world hear a glad song aloud! | | | | |
|
|
