[THE WAR WIDOW]
I.
BLACK-VEILED, black-gowned, she rides in bus and train,
With eyes that fill too listlessly for tears.
Her waxen hands clasp and unclasp again.
Good News, they cry. She neither sees nor hears.
Good News, perhaps, may crown some far-off king.
Good News may peal the glory of the state—
Good News may cause the courts of heaven to ring.