| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Mockery | | By Katherine Riggs |
| | | HAPPENED that the moon was up before I went to bed, | |
| Poking through the bramble-trees her round gold head. | |
| I didn’t stop for stocking, | |
| I didn’t stop for shoe, | |
| But went running out to meet her—oh, the night was blue! | 5 |
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| Barefoot down the hill road, dust beneath my toes; | |
| Barefoot in the pasture smelling sweet of fern and rose! | |
| Oh, night was running with me, | |
| Tame folk were all in bed— | |
| And the moon was just showing her wild gold head! | 10 |
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| But before I reached the hilltop where the bramble-trees are tall, | |
| I looked to see my lady moon—she wasn’t there at all!— | |
| Not sitting on the hilltop, | |
| Nor slipping through the air, | |
| Nor hanging in the brambles by her bright gold hair! | 15 |
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| I walked slowly down the pasture and slowly up the hill, | |
| Wondering and wondering, and very, very still. | |
| I wouldn’t look behind me, | |
| I went at once to bed— | |
| And poking through the window was her bold gold head! | 20 | | | |
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