Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Little Book of Modern Verse. 1917.
Orrick Johns
The Sea-Lands
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Where winds know how to sting;
And in the rocks at midnight
The lost long murmurs sing.
To hear the rush and roar
Of spume below the doorstep
And winds upon the door.
With ways forever new;
And hair a sunlight yellow,
And eyes a morning blue.
Or are they dun and frayed?
If we had stayed together,
Would love, indeed, have stayed?
And days are leaves of change!
And I have met so many
I knew … and found them strange.
By winds that sting and blind,
The nights we watched, so silent,
Come back, come back to mind.
And hear the rush and roar
Of spume below the doorstep
And winds upon the door.