| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 31. Night and Morning Songs |
| | | My Moon |
| | | By Gordon Bottomley |
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| 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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