Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Under OrdersCharles Granville
From “Poems of the Hour”
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As through the ranks it swiftly went;
But a low murmur such as trees
Indulge, when grateful summer’s spent.
Bent upon hellish wrong’s redress!
A diapason sound from deep
To deep, presaging storm and stress.
For sleep. You say your fancy heard
The air beat by a thousand wings
That night. I could not doubt your word.