| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | War | | By Catherine Wells |
| | | THERE was a time | |
| When there was no war. | |
| Deep I look into that pool of memory | |
| And see the things I thought of then, the dreams I dreamed, | |
| Like strange corals at the bottom of the sea— | 5 |
| Each, for being so far, so lost, | |
| Shining with a beauty past its own. | |
| They lie like jewels that have slipped into the ocean, | |
| Unattainable and gone; | |
| A moment of great sweetness, a day of great beauty, a dream, a longing, a happy chance. | 10 |
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| Never shall I touch them again; | |
| Never, I believe, shall I see their like again | |
| In the dark horror of these days. | | | | |
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