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

When Moonlight Falls

Hilda Conkling

From “Song Nets”

WHEN moonlight falls on the water,

It is like fingers touching the chords of a harp

On a misty day.

When moonlight strikes the water

I cannot get it into my poem—

I only hear the tinkle of ripplings of light.

When I see the water’s fingers and the moon’s rays

Intertwined,

I think of all the words I love to hear

And try to find words white enough

For such shining.