| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Storm Dance | | By Fannie Stearns Davis |
| | | THE WATER came up with a roar, | |
| The water came up to me. | |
| There was a wave with tusks of a boar, | |
| And he gnashed his tusks on me. | |
| I leaned, I leapt, and was free. | 5 |
| He snarled and struggled and fled. | |
| Foaming and blind he turned to the sea, | |
| And his brothers trampled him dead. | |
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| The water came up with a shriek, | |
| The water came up to me. | 10 |
| There was a wave with a woman’s cheek, | |
| And she shuddered and clung to me. | |
| I crouched, I cast her away. | |
| She cursed me and swooned and died. | |
| Her green hair tangled like sea-weed lay | 15 |
| Tossed out on the tearing tide. | |
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| Challenge and chase me, Storm! | |
| Harry and hate me, Wave! | |
| Wild as the wind is my heart, but warm, | |
| Sudden and merry and brave. | 20 |
| For the water comes up with a shout, | |
| The water comes up to me. | |
| And oh, but I laugh, laugh out! | |
| And the great gulls laugh, and the sea! | | | | |
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