Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
StrangeJosephine Pinckney
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That the tides of our being
Set to each other.
There was a distance between us
More wide and strange
Than the silvery waste
Of the marsh under the moon.
From that untrodden stillness
Like the calling of some marsh creature
Disturbed—seeking.
Like the flood-tide
And moon-silent marsh.