| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The New Day | | By William H. Simpson |
| | From “In Hopi-land and Other Lands”
THE SWIFT scouts of dawn ride in, | |
| Their lances flame-tipped. | |
| The waning moon shines whitely, | |
| Like thin drifted snow— | |
| And the cradled winds sleepily rub their eyes. | 5 |
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| An impatient horse whinnies— | |
| A dog barks, at nothing. | |
| Trails of smoke rise from the kitchen chimney. | |
| The air is washed clean; it smells sweet | |
| With odors of new-mown hay. | 10 |
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| A man steps out briskly | |
| From the imprisoned dark of the barn, | |
| Carrying pails brimful of foaming milk. | |
| A woman waits in the doorway; | |
| She is young and comely. | 15 |
| Mewing kittens are tangled in her skirts; | |
| They smell the warm milk. | |
| A baby cries softly upstairs. | | | | |
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