| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Sowing | | By J. Van Alstyne Weaver, Jr. |
| | Spring—Fort Sheridan
PLACID breezes sauntering | |
| Over a lake of glass, | |
| Kissing the pouting elm-buds, | |
| Patting the new grass; | |
| Turquoise overhead, | 5 |
| Swimming May skies— | |
| (“Trench-knives are top-hole | |
| For gouging out their eyes!”) | |
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| Great bees, clover-laden, | |
| Solemnly drone past; | 10 |
| All the fresh world shouts | |
| Of spring come at last. | |
| Bobolinks, meadowlarks | |
| Bursting with May— | |
| (“If you can’t pull the bayonet out, | 15 |
| Shoot the body away!”) | | | | |
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