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I've tried
the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy
tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel
in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth
of luster,
Alone, or in one ornament combining
With one first-water start almost shining.
I put
it shining anywhere I please.
By walking slowly on
some evening later,
I've pulled it from a crate of
crooked trees,
And brought it over glossy water,
greater,
And dropped it in, and seen the image
wallow,
The color run, all sorts of wonder follow.
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