If the moon shows like a silver shield,
Be not afraid to reap your field ;
But if she rise a haloed round,
Soon we’ll tread on deluged ground.
– T.F. Thiselton Dyer, “English Folk-Lore”
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The world turns softly
Not to spill its lakes & rivers,
The water is held in its arms
& the sky is held in the water.
What is water,
That pours silver
& can hold the sky.
~Hilda Conkling, “Water”
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Greatly shining,
The Autumn moon floats in the thin sky;
And the fish-ponds shake their backs
And show their dragon scales
As she passes over them.
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