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

At Daybreak

By Walter Conrad Arensberg

I HAD a dream and I awoke with it—

Poor little thing that I had not unclasped

After the kiss good-by.

And at the surface how it gasped—

This thing that I had loved in the unlit

Depth of the drowsy sea.…

Ah me!

This thing with which I drifted toward the sky.

Driftwood upon a wave—

Senseless the motion that it gave.