Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The New DayWilliam H. Simpson
From “In Hopi-land and Other Lands”
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Their lances flame-tipped.
The waning moon shines whitely,
Like thin drifted snow—
And the cradled winds sleepily rub their eyes.
A dog barks, at nothing.
Trails of smoke rise from the kitchen chimney.
The air is washed clean; it smells sweet
With odors of new-mown hay.
From the imprisoned dark of the barn,
Carrying pails brimful of foaming milk.
A woman waits in the doorway;
She is young and comely.
Mewing kittens are tangled in her skirts;
They smell the warm milk.
A baby cries softly upstairs.