| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Ave Venezia | | By Grace Hazard Conkling |
| | | THE OCEAN is a garden | |
| That folds you closely home | |
| With larkspur-blue from heaven, | |
| And roses of bright foam. | |
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| The dawn upon your waters | 5 |
| Is like anemones: | |
| Your noons are flaked with scarlet | |
| As from pomegranate trees. | |
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| The bubble-towers that sunset | |
| Dilates with rainbow light, | 10 |
| Dusk turns to shadowed silver | |
| Like olive trees at night. | |
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| O silver of dark olives, | |
| Of cool night-shrouded seas, | |
| That gives you rest from color, | 15 |
| And time for memories! | | | | |
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