| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Among the Red Guns | | By Carl Sandburg |
| | After waking at dawn one morning when the wind sang low among dry leaves in an elm
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AMONG the red guns, | |
| In the hearts of soldiers | |
| Running free blood | |
| In the long, long campaign: | |
| Dreams go on. | 5 |
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| Among the leather saddles, | |
| In the heads of soldiers | |
| Heavy in the wracks and kills | |
| Of all straight fighting: | |
| Dreams go on. | 10 |
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| Among the hot muzzles, | |
| In the hands of soldiers | |
| Brought from flesh-folds of women— | |
| Soft amid the blood and crying— | |
| In all your hearts and heads | 15 |
| Among the guns and saddles and muzzles: | |
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| Dreams, | |
| Dreams go on, | |
| Out of the dead on their backs, | |
| Broken and no use any more: | 20 |
| Dreams of the way and the end go on. | | | |
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