Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The TerrorHaniel Long
From “On the Road”
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From Vilna to the Aisne,
Each night the ghosts of soldiers say,
“Don’t let us die in vain.”
Since death lays men so still,
But who can say where dead men range,
Or how they have their will?
Briton and Frank and Russ;
And through the night the thing they fear
They whisper deep in us.
The terror of the slain,
To seek them out, and make them feel
They have not died in vain?