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

At Night

Marian Thanhouser

SOMETIMES at night I hear the dark,

Wide and wind-shaken, calling me.

I should get up, and flying high

Above the tree-tops to the sea,

Scream till the waves scream back at me.