| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Morning on the Beach | | By Georgia Wood Pangborn |
| | | SOME brighter thing than sunlight touched the sea | |
| And out of dawn arose a wind of joy: | |
| They woke and chirped—my girl, and then my boy— | |
| Like birds that have not learned what fears there be. | |
| “And now,” I thought, “there dawns a day to me: | 5 |
| One day, at least, defies moon-prophecies; | |
| One day shall call the old world sorrows lies, | |
| So let us now be happy utterly!” | |
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| Then we had playmates in the grains of sand— | |
| I heard them, many-laughing, by the water; | 10 |
| The sweet air thrilled to speech without a tongue. | |
| They met my boy and led him by the hand | |
| To venturous depths; they showed my little daughter | |
| How children built on sand when time was young. | | | | |
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