Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
PeaceAgnes Lee
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Suddenly—door to door—
Tidings! Can we believe,
We who were used to war?
Knowing her light must be,
Knowing that she must come.
Look—she comes, it is she!
Blood is upon her wings.
Ah, but her eyes are clear!
Ah, but her voice outrings!
Beauty has died for her.
Soon where the shrapnel fell
Petals shall wake and stir.