Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Los LlanosWilliam H. Simpson
From “Along Old Trails”
A
I go your windswept ways,
With Indian, trapper, trader, pioneer—
Gray shadows all
On gray grass.
Miracle most strange—
By youth
And its high dreams.
From rim to rim;
And then,
Beyond ken,
Tired miles of trails
On sod fresh trod.
The billows of your grass—
So new
Your breezes, born each morn.
The ghosts that pass.