Early Moon is featured in Sandburg's Pulitzer Prize winning collection, Cornhuskers, published in 1918.
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 to-night 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?