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 190 HARRIET MONROE

��ON THE PORCH

As I lie roofed in, screened in, From the pattering rain, The summer rain — As I lie Snug and dry, And hear the birds complain :

Oh, billow on billow, Oh, roar on roar. Over me wash The seas of war. Over me — down — down — Lunges and plunges The huge gun with its one blind eye, The armored train. And, swooping out of the sky, The aeroplane. Down — down — The army proudly swinging Under gay flags,

The glorious dead heaped up like rags, A church with bronze bells ringing, A city all towers.

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