| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | De Noche | | By William H. Simpson |
| | From “Along Old Trails”
O MOTHER of all the dark! | |
| Draw near, on tiptoe, | |
| Blindfold me, and say: | |
| Go to sleep—to sleep—to sleep. | |
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| If only the hills of the night would stay in their steadfast places— | 5 |
| 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…. | |
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| The river runs away. | |
| The aspens, by the runaway river, are afraid. | 10 | | | |
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