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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
War-time Cradle Song
By Scharmel Iris
THE KING sent out your father to war
As once he sent my father before.
My wedding ring and the gold on my ear
Today have I bartered for bread, my dear.
The moon is dying, her throat is red,        5
The wind is crying, “Your father’s dead.”
The holy priest for saying a mass
Will take our gentle ox and our ass,
And we must give our cow away
To a man who digs the grave today.        10
The king has given us a reward—
A medal of bronze, and your father’s sword.
Grain there is none on the granary floor.
The lean wolf, Misery, howls at our door—
Until I wake and cut off my hair.        15
My son, I will keep you strong and fair,
For soon you shall take your father’s sword
And bring me the king’s head for reward.

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