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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.
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.
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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