Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
ContentmentWinifred Webb
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The ever-pleading wash of waves, the never-ceasing moan:
I used to scorn their beauty with a heart that spurned its home.
Oh for the song of dusky throats in dim and distant lands!
They reached to me as women reach their slim and lovely hands.
And now I crown my wandering with peace that asks no more
Than just to lie and watch the surf along the dear home shore.