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

The Beckoning Moon

Frances Shaw

I WENT to the hills for courage,

But the hills have made me weak;

I went to the hills for high resolves

And the wisest words to speak.

There were bonfires down in the valley,

And a beckoning moon in a tree;

So I sped a flame-winged messenger

To call you back to me.