Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
SighsD. H. Lawrence
From “War Films”
Ah, my love, my dear!
But what if my love should chance to hear
As he is passing unbeknown?
What if he turned and saw me here?
I should lean and whisper in his ear,
“Love, my love, now all is known,
Love me and put me out of fear—
Or leave me alone.”