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

The Answer

Agnes Lee

WAVE, wave,

You seem to be dreaming—

Wave, wave—

In the sunbeams warm.

Wave, wave,

What are you, what are you—

Wave, wave—

Of the changing form?

I am a round bright beautiful wave.

All day with my ripples the shore I pave.

Wave, wave,

They say you are pitiless—

Wave, wave—

When the ships outroam.

Wave, wave,

They call you a savior—

Wave, wave—

When the ships come home.

I have no thought for a life or a grave.

I am a round bright beautiful wave.