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Rh rest of the sequence being as yet unpublished. Instead of pillaging this sequence, marring the effect of the individual

member so dislocated, I will take from her compilation, The Dunbar Speaker so named for her first husband, the poet, two of her original poems. The first is a war poem, doubtless, but the occasion is immaterial. The spirit of rebellion against confinement to the petty thing while the something big calls afar might be evoked into play by any of a hundred situations.

I sit and sew—a useless task it seems, My hands grown tired, my head weighed down with dreams— The panoply of war, the martial tread of men, Grim-faced, stern-eyed, gazing beyond the ken