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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

You Died for Dreams

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?

You’re quiet; oh, so still and pale and quiet,

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.