| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Net | | By Margaret Widdemer |
| | From “Voices of Women”
THE STRANGERS’ children laugh along the street: | |
| They know not, or forget, | |
| The sweeping of the net | |
| Flung to ensnare such little careless feet. | |
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| And we—we smile and watch them pass along, | 5 |
| With those who walk beside, | |
| Soft-smiling, cruel-eyed: | |
| We guard our own—not ours to right the wrong. | |
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| We do not care—we shall not heed or mark | |
| Till we shall hear one day, | 10 |
| Too late to strive or pray, | |
| Our daughters’ voices crying from the dark. | | | | |
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