Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ChalandryGoodrich C. Schauffler
I
Four hundred men—
Blind, retching, snuffling—
Staggering past.
Our ninety-sixth—
Men, horses, officers—
Over half.
Whose sight remained
Led columns wavering,
Quick to fall.
And brushed their eyes
With grimy rags or fists
Unendingly.
And all day long;
And then another night,
Still the same.