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

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Ernest Walsh

AS an old tree bent by ages of winds,

So I am tired;

As an oak-leaf blown out upon the sea,

I am lonely;

As a storm-conceived adventurous wave

Divides before its thousand lonely deaths

On alien shores,

My life shall end.