Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
VoyageHortense Flexner
O
Out of the sea a cry.
The swift, white arms of the reaching waves
Toss as we pass them by;
The foam hands grasp in the emptiness,
And sink in the black to die.
To the round on round of blue,
Where the barren stretch of the moon-laced waves
Divides the world in two;
There is no comfort in the dark,
I may not come to you.