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

Driftwood

Emmy Veronica Sanders

TO the dim-lit shore of the mind

Strange things come drifting

When the tide is high.

To the shore of the mind

Little waves run

Lifting,

With a murmured melody,

Frail forms that slip

From unknown isles away into the night.

In the gray twilight,

On a crest of foam,

Strange shapes are flung,

Without name, without home,

On the shore of the mind.

Strange things are spread

When the tide runs high

Before eyes that are blind—

Pale things that lie

Dead

On the edge of the mind.