| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Peace | | By Agnes Lee |
| | | SUDDENLY bells and flags! | |
| Suddenly—door to door— | |
| Tidings! Can we believe, | |
| We who were used to war? | |
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| Yet we have dreamed her face, | 5 |
| Knowing her light must be, | |
| Knowing that she must come. | |
| Look—she comes, it is she! | |
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| Tattered her raiment floats, | |
| Blood is upon her wings. | 10 |
| Ah, but her eyes are clear! | |
| Ah, but her voice outrings! | |
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| Look—she is here, she lives! | |
| Beauty has died for her. | |
| Soon where the shrapnel fell | 15 |
| Petals shall wake and stir. | | | | |
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