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

The Terror

Haniel Long

From “On the Road”

FROM Asiago to Cambrai,

From Vilna to the Aisne,

Each night the ghosts of soldiers say,

“Don’t let us die in vain.”

That they should come so far is strange,

Since death lays men so still,

But who can say where dead men range,

Or how they have their will?

So through the night their tramp I hear,

Briton and Frank and Russ;

And through the night the thing they fear

They whisper deep in us.

How shall we find a way to heal

The terror of the slain,

To seek them out, and make them feel

They have not died in vain?