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

At Dawn

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,

And be alone.

Outer sounds pierce coldly.

Day begins her battle.

Wheels come—faintly, boldly,

Crunching through the ice;

And the milk-jars rattle,

Like frozen dice.

Let me turn a moment,

One more dream to number;

Seek the warm bestowment

Of the flowers that mass …

Drain the dregs of slumber…

Let the dawn pass!