| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Full Moon | | By John Gould Fletcher |
| | From “Down the Mississippi”
FLINGING its arc of silver bubbles, quickly shifts the moon | |
| From side to side of us as we go down its path; | |
| I sit on the deck at midnight, and watch it slipping and sidling, | |
| Under my tilted chair, like a thin film of spilt water. | |
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| It is weaving a river of light to take the place of this river— | 5 |
| A river where we shall drift all night, then come to rest in its shallows. | |
| And then I shall wake from my drowsiness and look down from some dim tree-top | |
| Over white lakes of cotton, like moon-fields on every side. | | | | |
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