| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Paris, 1917 | | By Ruth Gaines |
| | | WHERE is the home of love so dear? | |
| Where but here—yea, here? | |
| Here love and danger snatch the flower | |
| Of life perchance a single hour, | |
| Mate and die. | 5 |
| Here they lie—yea, here! | |
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| Here love hath pierced each heart with grief. | |
| Joy so brief—ah, brief!— | |
| Is paid with tears enow. They know, | |
| Our well-beloved, an utter woe | 10 |
| Than death more dread; | |
| They are wed to grief. | |
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| None weary of sweet love and dear— | |
| Nay, not here, not here. | |
| Black-veiled as any holy nun | 15 |
| The brides of love and war are done | |
| With love’s delight. | |
| Their long, long night is here. | |
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| In those who give and those who take | |
| Hearts must break, must break. | 20 |
| Yet give they of themselves twice o’er | |
| Who give to love in time of war, | |
| And lightly bear | |
| Despair for dear love’s sake. | | | | |
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