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. The Helmsman
2. The Shrine
3. Mid-Day
4. Pursuit
5. Sitalkas

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

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