| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Great Air Birds Go Swiftly by | | By Alice Corbin |
| | | THE GREAT air birds go swiftly by, | |
| Pinions of bloom and death; | |
| And armies counter on shell-torn plains | |
| And strive, for a little breath. | |
| Pinnacled rockets in the gloom | 5 |
| Light for a little space | |
| A gasping mouth, and a dying face | |
| Blackened with night and doom— | |
| As if in a little room | |
| A sick man laid on his bed | 10 |
| Turned to his nurse and questioned when | |
| Mass for his soul would be said. | |
| Life is no larger than this, | |
| Though thousands are slaked with lime, | |
| Life is no larger than one man’s soul, | 15 |
| One man’s soul is as great as the whole, | |
| And no times greater than Time. | | | | |
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