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

Dew

Beatrice Ravenel

From “Tidewater”

THE NEW morning light is a primitive,

A painter of faintly-filled outlines,

A singer of folk-songs.

The dew-flattened vines by my window

Are all of one innocent green.

Nothing so young as that green—

An outline cut by a child

From a soft new blotter.

But when the light grows,

They suck up a pert chiaroscuro—

Gold, meretricious, knowing high-lights,

Hopelessly clever.

Their poems

Dry in the sun.