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At DawnAuthor(s): Agnes LeeSource: Poetry, Vol. 6, No. 6 (Sep., 1915), pp. 285-286Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20570528 .
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POEMS
THREE GUESTS
She whispered, "Love is dead." She saw the raven hearse go down the street, And closed her door.
Then Passion rose and pled, Even more wild, even more fiery-sweet Than Love, before;
And lingered in the room, Out of an anguished moment to coerce Dreams that had been:
Till forth into the gloom Passion went following the raven hearse. And Peace came in.
AT DAWN
They were all around me. Soft as petals shaken, Summer faces bound me In a balmy zone. I find it strange to waken, And be alone.
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POETRY: a Magazine of Verse
Outer sounds pierce coldly. Day begins her battle. Wheels come-faintly, boldly, Crunching through the ice; And the milk-jars rattle, Like frozen dice.
Let me turn a moment, One more dream to number; Seek the warm bestowment Of the flowers that mass . .
Drain the dregs of slumber . .
Let the dawn pass!
LONG DISTANCE LINE
More wonderful than all my joy of heart! To know the sudden nearness of his mood, That for a little moment we, apart, Together stood.
That same low voice across my garden-aisles Might not have reached my ear, for wind or bird. But it has spoken across a thousand miles! And I have heard!
Agnes Lee
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