[NP's NOTE: In honor of tonight's Full Moon:]
by H. D.
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:
Bring her swiftly to our song.
She is great,
We measure her by the pine-trees.