Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
UnfailingFrances Shaw
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Beneath the grasses
Sleeping the great sleep,
Go out unlonely to the folding hills—
They will not let you weep.
And blackness fills the night,
And pain and care,
Reach up for comfort to the leaning sky—
The coming of the dawn is still a prayer.