| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Hag-hollerin’ Time | | By Hervey Allen |
| | From “The Sea-islands”
BLACK JULIUS peered out from the galley door; | |
| Behind Jim Island, lying long and dim, | |
| An infra owl-light tinged the twilight sky | |
| As if a bonfire burned for cherubim. | |
| Dark orange flames came leering through the pines; | 5 |
| And then the moon’s face, struggling with a sneeze, | |
| Along the flat horizon’s level lines | |
| Her nostrils fingered with palmetto trees. | |
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| Her platinum wand made water-wrinkles buckle. | |
| Old Julius gave appreciative chuckle— | 10 |
| “It’s jes about hag-hollerin’ time,” he said. | |
| I watched the globous buckeyes in his head | |
| Peer back along the bloody moon-wash dim | |
| To see the fish-tailed water-witches swim. | | | | |
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