Going for Water
Robert Frost – 1874-1963
The well was dry beside the door,
And so we went with pail and can
Across the fields behind the house
To seek the brook if still it ran;
Not loth to have excuse to go,
Because the autumn eve was fair
(Though chill), because the fields were ours,
And by the brook our woods were there.
We ran as if to meet the moon
That slowly dawned behind the trees
, The barren boughs without the leaves,
Without the birds, without the breeze.
Lilian May Miller – Moon rise over a Kyoto hillside, 1924