| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 145. Harvest Moon: 1916 |
| | | By Josephine Preston Peabody |
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| MOON, slow rising, over the trembling sea-rim, | |
| Moon of the lifted tides and their folded burden, | |
| Look, look down. And gather the blinded oceans, | |
| Moon of compassion. | |
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| Come, white Silence, over the one sea pathway: | 5 |
| Pour with hallowing hands on the surge and outcry, | |
| Silver flame; and over the famished blackness, | |
| Petals of moonlight. | |
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| Once again, the formless void of a world-wreck | |
| Gropes its way through the echoing dark of chaos; | 10 |
| Tide on tide, to the calling, lost horizons,— | |
| One in the darkness. | |
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| You that veil the light of the all-beholding, | |
| Shed white tidings down to the dooms of longing, | |
| Down to the timeless dark; and the sunken treasures, | 15 |
| One in the darkness. | |
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| Touch, and harken,—under that shrouding silver, | |
| Rise and fall, the heart of the sea and its legions, | |
| All and one; one with the breath of the deathless, | |
| Rising and falling. | 20 |
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| Touch and waken so, to a far hereafter, | |
| Ebb and flow, the deep, and the dead in their longing: | |
| Till at last, on the hungering face of the waters, | |
| There shall be Light. | |
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| Light of Light, give us to see, for their sake. | 25 |
| Light of Light, grant them eternal peace; | |
| And let light perpetual shine upon them; | |
| Light, everlasting. | |
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