Poem by Hilda Doolittle

Moonrise

Will you glimmer on the sea?
will you fling your spear-head
on the shore?
what note shall we pitch?
we have a song,
on the bank we share our arrows;
the loosed string tells our note:

O flight,
bring her swiftly to our song.
she is great,
we measure her by the pine trees.

1. Epigrams
2. Holy Satyr
3. At Eleusis
4. At Ithaca
5. Cities

Ernest Jones Moonrise ("WHAT stands upon the Highland?")

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