Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Moonrise
By H. D.
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Will you fling your spear-head
On the shore?
What note shall we pitch?
On the bank we share our arrows—
The loosed string tells our note:
Bring her swiftly to our song.
She is great,
We measure her by the pine-trees.