| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Fallen | | By Alice Corbin |
| | | HE was wounded and he fell in the midst of hoarse shouting. | |
| The tide passed, and the waves came and whispered about his ankles. | |
| Far off he heard a cock crow—children laughing, | |
| Rising at dawn to greet the storm of petals | |
| Shaken from apple-boughs; he heard them cry, | 5 |
| And turned again to find the breast of her, | |
| And sank confused with a little sigh…. | |
| Thereafter water running, and a voice | |
| That seemed to stir and flutter through the trenches | |
| And set dead lips to talking…. | 10 |
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| Wreckage was mingled with the storm of petals…. | |
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| He felt her near him, and the weight dropped off— | |
| Suddenly…. | | | | |
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