| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | But I Have Lived | | By Willard Wattles |
| | | LOVE is in my heart tonight as a bird is in its nest; | |
| I will build me a wall of song from the fragrance of thy breast. | |
| For some are wise, and some are not, and some will go their way; | |
| But I have rifled the rose of life, and I have had my day. | |
| It’s many will lay their golden heads in the muck of Flanders clay, | 5 |
| And many are quick and warm tonight who will be cold in May; | |
| But I have lived and I have loved …. a little song is best— | |
| Love is in my heart tonight as a bird is in its nest. | | | | |
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