| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Contentment | | By Winifred Webb |
| | | THE WIDE grey sweep of ocean and the long white curl of foam, | |
| The ever-pleading wash of waves, the never-ceasing moan: | |
| I used to scorn their beauty with a heart that spurned its home. | |
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| Oh for the silver shining of fair cities o’er the sands! | |
| Oh for the song of dusky throats in dim and distant lands! | 5 |
| They reached to me as women reach their slim and lovely hands. | |
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| I followed ’neath the alien sky and through the stranger’s door; | |
| 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. | | | | |
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