| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Barefoot Sandals | | By Mary White Slater |
| | | AH, little barefoot sandals brown and still, | |
| Do you long to be a-roaming on the hill, | |
| Flashing down the garden way, | |
| Fellows with the winds at play— | |
| Are you weary waiting wingless, silent, chill? | 5 |
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| When the morning mounts and makes the old earth sweet | |
| With the lilt of laughing children in the street, | |
| Do you ache to join them there, | |
| To be twinkling down the stair | |
| To the darling dancing gladness of her feet? | 10 |
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| Do you know the asters troop in purple gloom, | |
| Too late to greet the love that bade them bloom?— | |
| That they wonder, watch and wait | |
| At the quiet garden-gate, | |
| While you weary in the lonely upper room? | 15 |
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| Ah, hapless little shoes that held my all, | |
| My joy of life within your trappings small, | |
| Where’s the lithe and lovely thing | |
| That each morning lent you wing? | |
| Are you weary waiting wingless for her call? | 20 | | | |
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