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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Moonrise

D. H. Lawrence

AND who has seen the moon, who has not seen

Her rise from out the chamber of the deep

Flushed and grand and naked, as from the chamber

Of finished bridegroom, seen her rise and throw

Confession of delight upon the wave,

Littering the waves with her own superscription

Of bliss, till all her lambent beauty shakes towards us

Spread out and known at last: and we are sure

That beauty is a thing beyond the grave,

That perfect, bright experience never falls

To nothingness, and time will dim the moon

Sooner than our full consummation here

In this odd life will tarnish or pass away.