Jessie B. Rittenhouse, ed. (1869–1948). The Second Book of Modern Verse. 1922.
Have you an Eye
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The old mark and the new?
What scurried here, what loitered there,
In the dust and in the dew?
The old hoof and the young?
Come name me the drivers of yesterday,
Sing me the songs they sung.
And where will it ford the stream?
Where will it halt in the early dusk,
And where will the camp-fire gleam?
The cattle trails had made;
Get down the hill by the easy slope
To the water and the shade.
And kill-horse travel now;
Scoot you down the canyon bank,—
The old road’s under plough.
The worn tire or the new?
Or the sign of the prairie pony’s hoof
Was never trimmed for shoe?