Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Sand-piperWitter Bynner
From “Sea-edge Songs”
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Or rolling pebble in the foam,
As though he timed the ocean’s throbbing,
Runs a piper, bobbing, bobbing.
Like a little boy on stilts!
Creatures burrow, insects hide,
When they see the piper glide.
Till his bill begins to point.
You would doubt if he could fly,
Till his straightness arrows by.
Till he peeps and flutters down,
Vigilant among the grasses,
Where a fledgling bobs and passes.