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

Night and Morning Songs

By Gordon Bottomley

Dawn

A THRUSH is tapping a stone

With a snail-shell in its beak;

A small bird hangs from a cherry

Until the stern shall break.

No waking song has begun,

And yet birds chatter and hurry

And throng in the elm’s gloom

Because an owl goes home.