"Elenor found in me Cold water for her zeal, and even asked: 'Are you pro-German?--no!' I tried to say What stirred in me, she did not comprehend, And went her way with saying: 'I shall serve, O, glorious privilege to serve, to give, And since this love of ours is tragedy, Cannot be blessed with children, or with home, It will be better if I die, am swept Under the tide of war with work.' This girl Exhausted me with ardors, spoken faiths, And zeal which never tired, until at last I longed for her to go and make an end. What better way to end it?" "April came, One day she telephoned me that to-morrow She left for France. We met that night and walked A wind swept boulevard by the lake, and she Was luminous, a spirit; tucked herself Under my coat, adored me, said to me: 'If I survive I shall return to you, To serve you, help you, be your friend for life, And sacrifice my womanhood for you. You cannot marry me, in spite of that If I can be your comfort, give you peace, That will be marriage, all that God intends As marriage for me. You have blessed me, dear, With hope and happiness. And oh at last You did behold the war as good, you give me, You send me to the war. I serve for you, I serve the country in your name, your love, So blessed for you, your love.'" "That night at two I woke somehow as if an angel stood Beside the bed in light, beneficence, And found her head close to my heart--she woke At once with me, spoke dreamily 'Dear heart,' Then turned to sleep again. I loved her then."