Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
Virgin MoonIris Barry
From “Shadow Songs”
H
The overbrimming of their light hearts,
When the old moon had traveled over the housetops
Far enough to dangle dancing shadows of leaves
Across their bed,
Veils of silence also were let down,
And they slept, virgin beside virgin.
The whisper of leaves outside the window
Filled the room
Long after the moon had trailed
Her net of shadow-boughs across their dreams
And was gone.