| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Mrs. John Wright | | By Margretta Scott |
| | From “Side-lights on War”
SHE no longer held him: | |
| In the long dragging evenings | |
| She knew that. | |
| The mirror shouted to her | |
| That she was no longer desirable— | 5 |
| Her hair had lost its color, | |
| Her eyes were dull. | |
| She loathed his perfunctory kisses, | |
| His polite inquiries as to what she had been doing all day. | |
| She loathed him— | 10 |
| Because she loved him. | |
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| Then War came. | |
| He went towards it hungrily, | |
| Like a dog to red meat. | |
| Life woke up in him, rubbing its eyes. | 15 |
| In a hot glow of emotion | |
| He remembered what she had been to him, | |
| And in his voice was a tenderness | |
| That kindled beauty within her. | |
| The night before he left she slept in his arms: | 20 |
| And War had given more than it can take away. | | | | |
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