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

Voyage

Hortense Flexner

OUT of the night I hear a voice,

Out of the sea a cry.

The swift, white arms of the reaching waves

Toss as we pass them by;

The foam hands grasp in the emptiness,

And sink in the black to die.

I lean to the night, I lean to the sea,

To the round on round of blue,

Where the barren stretch of the moon-laced waves

Divides the world in two;

There is no comfort in the dark,

I may not come to you.