| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Answer | | By Agnes Lee |
| | | WAVE, wave, | |
| You seem to be dreaming— | |
| Wave, wave— | |
| In the sunbeams warm. | |
| Wave, wave, | 5 |
| What are you, what are you— | |
| Wave, wave— | |
| Of the changing form? | |
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| I am a round bright beautiful wave. | |
| All day with my ripples the shore I pave. | 10 |
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| Wave, wave, | |
| They say you are pitiless— | |
| Wave, wave— | |
| When the ships outroam. | |
| Wave, wave, | 15 |
| They call you a savior— | |
| Wave, wave— | |
| When the ships come home. | |
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| I have no thought for a life or a grave. | |
| I am a round bright beautiful wave. | 20 | | | |
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