Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Hopi Song of the DesertWilliam H. Simpson
From “Along Old Trails”
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Like the face of Ta-wa-wis-ni-mi.
To tell of your too-much beauty—
You, the desert;
You, the going down of the sun;
You, my beloved.
If I could touch you!—
But you flee from me,
As runs the deer.
If only my song
Could tell of your beauty!