Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Jewess and the V. C.D. H. Lawrence
From “War Films”
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What sort of timorous potion of love have you drunk?
If you see my rings, how they sparkle within my ears,
You go about in a dream, with your countenance sunk,
And children behind you taunting you to tears.
What then would you do? Then for sure you would go
And die like a dog in a hole. ’Tis strange what a shoddy
Lover you make, such a hero in front of the foe!