| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Terror | | By Haniel Long |
| | From “On the Road”
FROM Asiago to Cambrai, | |
| From Vilna to the Aisne, | |
| Each night the ghosts of soldiers say, | |
| “Don’t let us die in vain.” | |
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| That they should come so far is strange, | 5 |
| Since death lays men so still, | |
| But who can say where dead men range, | |
| Or how they have their will? | |
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| So through the night their tramp I hear, | |
| Briton and Frank and Russ; | 10 |
| And through the night the thing they fear | |
| They whisper deep in us. | |
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| How shall we find a way to heal | |
| The terror of the slain, | |
| To seek them out, and make them feel | 15 |
| They have not died in vain? | | | | |
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