Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
Peace
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Suddenly—door to door—
Tidings! Can we believe,
We, who were used to war?
Knowing her light must be,
Knowing that she must come.
Look—she comes, it is she!
Blood is upon her wings.
Ah, but her eyes are clear!
Ah, but her voice outrings!
Petals shall wake and stir.
Look—she is here, she lives!
Beauty has died for her.