| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Elf-child | | By Florence Kiper Frank |
| | From “For Barbara”
THEY’LL get your rollicking spirit pretty soon, | |
| Taming you to the observances of days. | |
| They’ll teach you how to tread the ordered maze, | |
| Little wild baby dancing under the moon— | |
| Not to go prancing at the call of the loon, | 5 |
| Mad little darling of the runaways! | |
| Of conversation, manner, prim delays | |
| They’ll tell you—and nice use of the fork and spoon. | |
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| Oh please, oh please don’t let it be all wasted | |
| That you from streams have drunk a dear delight, | 10 |
| You who have lived with faery and have tasted | |
| Delicate rumors, stirrings of the sprite. | |
| Do sometimes put your fingers to your nose, | |
| And still go dancing on your little toes! | | | | |
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