Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
EpilogueCloyd Head
From “War Sequence”
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The faith unshaken;
When peace has come,
The well-gained peace:
When comes that day—
The living, lest they may forget too soon,
Shall know we fought against the bondage of our souls.
We fought as one by one,
So suffered we,
And found beneath the larger cause our own,
The unguessed depth and height …
Under the stars, under the sky and night,
We descried a vision of what things were true.
………
Backward the surge: time and the day regain
Their mastery. Yet something will remain
Of vision and the quest—the unceasing quest
Toward light, and toward the spirit that creates,
Effacing war.