| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 213. Watching by a Sick-Bed |
| | | By John Masefield |
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| I HEARD the wind all day, | |
| And what it was trying to say. | |
| I heard the wind all night | |
| Rave as it ran to fight; | |
| After the wind the rain, | 5 |
| And then the wind again | |
| Running across the hill | |
| As it runs still. | |
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| And all day long the sea | |
| Would not let the land be, | 10 |
| But all night heaped her sand | |
| On to the land; | |
| I saw her glimmer white | |
| All through the night, | |
| Tossing the horrid hair | 15 |
| Still tossing there. | |
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| And all day long the stone | |
| Felt how the wind was blown; | |
| And all night long the rock | |
| Stood the sea’s shock; | 20 |
| While, from the window, I | |
| Looked out, and wondered why, | |
| Why at such length | |
| Such force should fight such strength. | |
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