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

Shallows

Frances Dickenson Pinder

From “Marsh Sketches”

I MUST swim out—

Overlong have I stayed

Here on the warm shale;

Aimlessly played….

Gathering sea-shells

Empty and frail.

One dwindles here

Where the tides creep—

Grows dazzled,

Gazing too long through the clear

Wave at the sun asleep

On the sands overnear….

What if the thought of the deep

Should become a fear?

I must swim out—

Lest the urge fail,

Darken duskward

And fade, as a sail.