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The baby moon, a canoe, a silver papoose canoe, sails and sails in the Indian West.

A ring of silver foxes, a mist of silver foxes, sit and sit around the Indian moon.

One yellow star for a runner, and rows of blue stars for more runners, keep a line of watchers.

O foxes, baby moon, runners, you are the panel of memory fire-white writing tonight of the Red Man's dreams.

Who squats, legs crossed, and arms folded, matching its look against the moon-face, the star-faces, of the West?

Who are the Mississippi Valley ghosts, of copper foreheads, riding wiry ponies in the night?—no bridles, love arms on the pony necks, riding in the night, a long old trail?

Why do they always come back when the silver foxes sit around the early moon, a silver papoose, in the Indian West?

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