Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Graves of DreamsRobert Rand
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Over the graveyard where my dead dreams lay.
In other times I often passed that way—
You see, they died so pitifully young!
For sterner tombs are rising, crowding there,
And dreams are dead full-grown, and fair—oh, fair!
Soon shall they all be dead, and none be mine.