| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | At Dawn | | By Agnes Lee |
| | | THEY were all around me. | |
| Soft as petals shaken, | |
| Summer faces bound me | |
| In a balmy zone. | |
| I find it strange to waken, | 5 |
| And be alone. | |
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| Outer sounds pierce coldly. | |
| Day begins her battle. | |
| Wheels come—faintly, boldly, | |
| Crunching through the ice; | 10 |
| And the milk-jars rattle, | |
| Like frozen dice. | |
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| Let me turn a moment, | |
| One more dream to number; | |
| Seek the warm bestowment | 15 |
| Of the flowers that mass … | |
| Drain the dregs of slumber… | |
| Let the dawn pass! | | | | |
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