| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Feel of Brambles | | By Hazel Rawson Cades |
| | | SHE will bear him children with straight backs and sturdy limbs, | |
| Clear-eyed children with untroubled minds. | |
| Mine would have been brown things, questioners— | |
| With little hoofs, I think; | |
| Lovers of wind and rain | 5 |
| And twisted brambly paths over the hills. | |
| But he was afraid—afraid of the brown-hoofed ones; | |
| And more afraid that sometimes, | |
| As we grew old together, | |
| I would slip away from him to the hills; | 10 |
| Where he—because of gout, or girth, or civic dignity— | |
| Could not come after. | |
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| He need not have been troubled: | |
| Long before that I should have lost the feel of brambles. | | | | |
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