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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Jeannette Marks
On Leaving Eggemoggin

SEA-GULLS I saw lifting the dawn with rosy feet,
Bearing the sunlight on their wings,
Dripping the dusk from burnished plumes;
And I thought
It would be joy to be a sea-gull        5
At dusk, at dawn of day,
And through long sunlit hours.
Sea-gulls I saw carrying the night upon their backs,
Wide tail spread crescent for the moon and stars—
The moon a glowing jelly fish,        10
The stars foam-flecks of light;
And I thought
It would be joy to be a sea-gull!
How I would dart with them,
Strike storm with coral spur,        15
Rip whirling spray of angry tides,
Snatch mangled, light-shot offal of the sea—
Torn, tossed and moving terribly;
And stare for stare answer those myriad eyes
That float and sway, stab, sting and die away!        20
How I would peer from wide, cold eyes of fire—
At dusk, at dawn,
And through the long daylight—
Into those coiling depths of sea;
Then split the sun, the moon, the stars,        25
With laughter, laughter, laughter
For the sea’s mad power!

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