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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Trail Up-sky

William H. Simpson

From “Along Old Trails”

TOO soon

Fades that last whiteness of the moon.

The face of noon is wrinkled, old—

Like Pablo’s, of the sheepfold,

Who has seen all youth go by

On the long trail, up-sky.

Evening waits

At her turquoise gates

To fondle us,

And sing and sing,

With croon of mothering.

We ask not whither,

Ask not why,

On the long trail up-sky.