| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Dew | | By Beatrice Ravenel |
| | From “Tidewater”
THE NEW morning light is a primitive, | |
| A painter of faintly-filled outlines, | |
| A singer of folk-songs. | |
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| The dew-flattened vines by my window | |
| Are all of one innocent green. | 5 |
| Nothing so young as that green— | |
| An outline cut by a child | |
| From a soft new blotter. | |
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| But when the light grows, | |
| They suck up a pert chiaroscuro— | 10 |
| Gold, meretricious, knowing high-lights, | |
| Hopelessly clever. | |
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| Their poems | |
| Dry in the sun. | | | | |
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