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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Alone

Carl Sandburg

From “Days”

NAKED I stood on the soft shingle of sand where the sea swept my legs with salt and wet.

Alone I walked under the arch of night where stars fluttered between treetops in the wind.

And a long memory it is I have how the sea and the night were kind.