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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Fallen

Loureine Aber

From “Laurel Wreaths”

WHEREVER you are,

O strong-throated,

Husky-souled….

The sun was on your swords,

The light of all time, and the still wanderings of high Romance through forest tracks.

Flame touched you, flame and wonder,

The stars for a moment singing in your lips,

The sea for an instant washing the doors of your souls,….

Wherever you are,

O fallen,

Timid though, or gruff….

Prometheus welded your limbs

And set them aflame.

Now we hear of you dying,

And do not understand.