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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
Storm Dance
By Fannie Stearns Davis
THE WATER came up with a roar,
  The water came up to me.
There was a wave with tusks of a boar,
  And he gnashed his tusks on me.
I leaned, I leapt, and was free.        5
  He snarled and struggled and fled.
Foaming and blind he turned to the sea,
  And his brothers trampled him dead.
The water came up with a shriek,
  The water came up to me.        10
There was a wave with a woman’s cheek,
  And she shuddered and clung to me.
I crouched, I cast her away.
  She cursed me and swooned and died.
Her green hair tangled like sea-weed lay        15
  Tossed out on the tearing tide.
Challenge and chase me, Storm!
  Harry and hate me, Wave!
Wild as the wind is my heart, but warm,
  Sudden and merry and brave.        20
For the water comes up with a shout,
  The water comes up to me.
And oh, but I laugh, laugh out!
  And the great gulls laugh, and the sea!

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