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

Arbor-Vitae

Louise Ayres Garnett

J. K.—Died July 30th, 1918

NOTHING sings so sweetly as the silence of his song;

Nothing runs so swiftly as his feet, supremely still;

Nothing seems so neighbored to the heavens as the hill

Whereon he sleeps all conquering, forever young and strong.

His soldier-body is at peace and dreams have closed his eyes,

But his spirit drains the cup of love for which his body bled.

Oh, poems may be made by fools, as humbly he has said,

Yet God and he have made the tree beneath whose shade he lies.