‘The Moon came late’
BY MARY MAPES DODGE
The moon came late to a lonesome bog,
And there sat Goggleky Gluck, the frog.
‘My stars!’ she cried, and veiled her face,
‘What very grand people they have in this place!’
Source: She Wields a Pen: American Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century (University of Iowa Press, 1997)