Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
In the Red CrossGordon Hamilton
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Playing at war-work, laughing as she plays.
The look in her eyes bodes a deal of mischief—
God help the bold ones till she mend her ways!
Ah, there’s a breath of April with the lass,
Lanes and little places with echoes of a one-step!
God help the shy ones, how soon their luck will pass.
Dusty feet that go trampling the ground;
She never heeding anxious, praying persons—
God help the wakeful, how her sleep is sound!
All of the sky is full of shooting stars.
Half of a kiss would surely never matter—
God help our memories, what should they be but scars!