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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
The Crying Cranes
By Maurice Lesemann
From “Brushwood”

WOUNDED black eyes in a white, dead-lily face,
And black hair streaming like a river at night,
She stands in the rain at the high desolate place,
Watching till the gray ship shall pass from sight.
Below, the wet black rocks, the Crying Cranes,        5
Scream with white water, the reef sputters and booms;
And above her black hair the gray sky heavy with rains
Cracks white and thunders to the dark sea that looms
Before that still face. She raises to wild skies
Black torrents of hair. The salt wind whips her shawl,        10
Bruised the scared grass. She watches with still eyes
The glittering spume-showers burst white and fall.
Burst and cry and fall: there is no end to the crying,
Lonely and gray as a bitter wave long tossed.
Under the torn edge of night the mist is flying        15
And folding down till the gray ship is lost.

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