Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
390. Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar
The Milky Way
By Allen Upward
MY mother taught me that every night a procession of junks carrying lanterns moves silently across the sky, and the water sprinkled from their paddles falls to the earth in the form of dew. I no longer believe that the stars are junks carrying lanterns, no longer that the dew is shaken from their oars.
