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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
31. Night and Morning Songs
My Moon
By Gordon Bottomley
MY moon was lit in an hour of lilies;
The apple-trees seemed older than ever.
It rose from matted trees that sever
The oats from the meadow, and woke the fillies
That reared in dew and gleamed with dew        5
And ran like water and shadow, and cried.
It moistened and veiled the oats yet new,
And seemed to drip long drops of the tide,
Of the mother-sea so lately left.
Feathers of flower were each bereft        10
Of color and stem, and floated low;
Another lily opened then
And lost a little gold dust; but when
The lime-boughs lifted there seemed to go
Some life of the moon, like breath that moves        15
Or parting glances that flutter and strain—
A ghost with hands the color of doves
And feet the color of rain.


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