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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
To the River Beach
By H. L. Davis
From “To the River Beach”

LET me go now, now that from grown alders leaves
Have torn loose, and go flying close to the sand
Along the black river-water. White rye-grass bends
Under the wind, under the sky, toward water
Where the pheasants feed, hiding; and the few willows,        5
With dark alder leaves caught in them, join and part.
I have not seen them for so long I see dark mouths
Black with juice of berries, and I remember the children
Who ran shaking the tall rye-grass. So they run
And scatter as if caught in the wind, gathering        10
The last beach fruit, late ripening, which they can save.

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