| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | To the River Beach | | By H. L. Davis |
| | From “To the River Beach”
LET me go now, now that from grown alders leaves | |
| Have torn loose, and go flying close to the sand | |
| Along the black river-water. White rye-grass bends | |
| Under the wind, under the sky, toward water | |
| Where the pheasants feed, hiding; and the few willows, | 5 |
| With dark alder leaves caught in them, join and part. | |
| I have not seen them for so long I see dark mouths | |
| Black with juice of berries, and I remember the children | |
| Who ran shaking the tall rye-grass. So they run | |
| And scatter as if caught in the wind, gathering | 10 |
| The last beach fruit, late ripening, which they can save. | | | | |
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