| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Fisher Lad | | By Francis Buzzell |
| | | THE SKY is all of a change now, and over the sea there is red, | |
| And swift as the wind the darkness has taken to wings and fled | |
| To the far side of the round world where lovers are gladly waiting | |
| For the soft breath of the night time to wander away to the mating. | |
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| The sky is all of a change now, in amber and red and gold, | 5 |
| And a clean, fresh day is dawning for all of the fisher fold; | |
| And the white sail of my small ship is alive to the wind’s wild pleading, | |
| And the soft lap of the stirred sea is a sound in my heart song breeding. | |
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| The sky is all of a change now, and out on the tossing sea | |
| I’ll lay my course for the vineyard God made for the likes of me; | 10 |
| And the soft breath of the night time will find me treasure laden, | |
| With a light step and a clean hand and a song for a fisher maiden. | | | | |
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