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NEW MOON.

Once, when the new moon glittered
 So slender in the West,
I looked across my shoulder,
 And a wild wish stirred my breast.

Over my white, right shoulder
 I looked at the silver horn,
And wished a wish at even
 To come to pass in the morn.

Whenever the new moon glittered,
 So slender and so fine,
I looked across my shoulder,
 And wished that wish of mine!

Now, when the West is rosy,
 And the snow-wreaths blush below,
And I see the light white crescent
 Float downward, soft and slow;