| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Northern Lights | | By J. Van Alstyne Weaver, Jr. |
| | | THE MOON has gone to her bed tonight, | |
| And all over the sky | |
| She has hung out her garments of light | |
| To dry. | |
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| I think I saw her, at the day’s break, | 5 |
| A morning or so ago, | |
| Washing them, down by the end of the lake, | |
| Bending quite low, | |
| So tired she was, and pale. | |
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| And now each shimmering veil— | 10 |
| Sea-greens and sapphires | |
| Jeweled with orange fires— | |
| Floats from the star she has pinned it to…. | | | | |
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