Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
War BabyD. H. Lawrence
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Rolls out of the husk of death
Into the woman’s fertile, fathomless lap.
See how it flourisheth!
See how it rises with magical, rosy sap!
When we did not know, did not care;
It fell from our husk like a little hasty seed.
Sing, for the little weed
Will flourish its branches in heaven when we slumber beneath.