Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Rain in the HillsWilliam H. Simpson
From “Along Old Trails”
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Coming over the hills—
That my cool fingers could ease the little fevers of dusty water-holes,
And caress curled leaves of the cottonwoods.
Pawing, bellowing, would let me quiet them,
Standing in fresh pools by dusty water-holes—
Coming over the hills.