Voice on the Wind, and Other Poems

<h2><SPAN name="UNDER_THE_HUNTERS_MOON" id="UNDER_THE_HUNTERS_MOON"></SPAN>UNDER THE HUNTER'S MOON</h2> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">White from her chrysalis of cloud,<br/></span> <span class="i1">The moth-like moon swings upward through the night;<br/></span> <span class="i0">And all the bee-like stars that crowd<br/></span> <span class="i1">The hollow hive of heav'n wane in her light.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Along the distance, folds of mist<br/></span> <span class="i1">Hang frost-pale, ridging all the dark with gray;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Tinting the trees with amethyst,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Touching with pearl and purple every spray.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">All night the stealthy frost and fog<br/></span> <span class="i1">Conspire to slay the rich-robed weeds and flowers:<br/></span> <span class="i0">To strip of wealth the woods, and clog<br/></span> <span class="i1">With piled-up gold of leaves the creek that cowers.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I seem to see their Spirits stand,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Molded of moonlight, faint of form and face,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Now reaching high a chilly hand<br/></span> <span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">To pluck some walnut from its spicy place:<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Now with fine fingers, phantom-cold,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Splitting the wahoo's pods of rose, and thin<br/></span> <span class="i0">The bittersweet's balls o' gold,<br/></span> <span class="i1">To show the coal-red berries packed within:<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</SPAN></span> <span class="i0">Now on dim threads of gossamer<br/></span> <span class="i1">Stringing pale pearls of moisture; necklacing<br/></span> <span class="i0">The flow'rs; and spreading cobweb fur,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Crystaled with stardew, over everything:<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">While 'neath the moon, with moon-white feet,<br/></span> <span class="i1">They go and, chill, a moon-soft music draw<br/></span> <span class="i0">From wan leaf-cricket flutes&mdash;the sweet,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Sad dirge of Autumn dying in the shaw.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />