Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
De NocheWilliam H. Simpson
From “Along Old Trails”
O
Draw near, on tiptoe,
Blindfold me, and say:
Go to sleep—to sleep—to sleep.
Bulging bulk of the hulk of the range.
They creep, like a she-panther, to where I rest in the valley;
They come, down-tumbling, to where I lie on the pine boughs….
The aspens, by the runaway river, are afraid.