| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Veteran | | By Margaret I. Postgate |
| | | WE came upon him sitting in the sun— | |
| Blinded by war, and left. And past the fence | |
| Wandered young soldiers from the Hand & Flower, | |
| Asking advice of his experience. | |
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| And he said this and that, and told them tales; | 5 |
| And all the nightmares of each empty head | |
| Blew into air. Then, hearing us beside— | |
| “Poor kids, how do they know what it’s like?” he said. | |
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| And we stood there, and watched him as he sat | |
| Turning his sockets where they went away; | 10 |
| Until it came to one of us to ask | |
| “And you’re—how old?” “Nineteen the third of May.” | | | | |
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