Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Before Dawn in CampHarley Graves
From “Songs from the Woods”
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And on the roughened meshes of our hair,
While little feet make bold to scurry by
And half-notes shrilly cut the quickened air.
Will vaguely feel that they are full of power;
And they will stir—and stretch—and look around—
Loving the early, chill, half-lighted hour,
Loving the feet that stir the blossoming grass.
Oh, always we have known such things as these,
And knowing, can we love and let them pass?