Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Arbor-VitaeLouise Ayres Garnett
J. K.—Died July 30th, 1918
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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.
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.