| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Wind Sleepers | | By H. D. |
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| than the crust | |
| left by the tide, | |
| we are stung by the hurled sand | |
| and the broken shells. | 5 |
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| We no longer sleep, | |
| sleep in the wind. | |
| We awoke and fled | |
| through the Peiraeic gate. | |
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| Tear— | 10 |
| tear us an altar. | |
| Tug at the cliff-boulders, | |
| pile them with the rough stones. | |
| We no longer | |
| sleep in the wind. | 15 |
| Propitiate us. | |
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| Chant in a wail | |
| that never halts. | |
| Pace a circle and pay tribute | |
| with a song. | 20 |
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| When the roar of a dropped wave | |
| breaks into it, | |
| pour meted words | |
| of sea-hawks and gulls | |
| and sea-birds that cry | 25 |
| discords. | | | | |
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