You live your day and drain it; I weave my dream and lose it; But the red blood lost in me awakens still at times, At all your city's sky-line, At all your roaring market-place, At all its hum of power- And the poet dead within you stirs Still at the plaintive note or two Of a dreamer's plaintive song!
"Open Water"
Arthur Stringer
He felt that the whole group was watching hum, and he knew that if he looked back and caught another glimpse of Fred De Garmo's sneering face he would feel compelled to strike it a blow.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
The sound he had heard was the splash of oars and the hum of voices, and in a few moments he saw a boat containing two men appear around a corner of the higher rock, which descended sheer to the water's edge, and make its way slowly toward the open bay.
"The Hilltop Boys on Lost Island"
Cyril Burleigh