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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Seedtime

Clement Wood

NOT too deep we plant the grain,

So that it can rise again

To re-green the naked field,

Minting all its golden yield.

But these war-killed men should sleep

Planted deep, planted deep.

They have had their share of pain,

And they would not rise again.