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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Song for a Small Boy Who Herds Goats

Yvor Winters

SWEETER than rough hair

On earth there is none,

Rough as the wind

And brown as the sun.

I toss high my short arms

Brown as the sun;

I creep on the mountains

And never am done.

Sharp-hoofed, hard-eyed,

Trample on the sun!—

Sharp ears, stiff as wind,

Point the way to run!

Who on the brown earth

Knows himself one?

Life is in lichens

That sleep as they run.