"Huntress With The Bow"

Now is it sea or land
Wide waste on either hand;
A nebulous amaze
Of waters, or of sand?

Plume of shuddering white,
Plume of irised light,
Gone - gone!
Was it a star that shone,
Or a sharp wave-onset on
The water-jewelled beach,
The sea's sure long-armed reach,
Swift ebb and overflow?

Proud and high,
Plenilune,
In the dusk-empurpled sky
Runs the moon.

Ashtaroth, to-night you go
A-hunt with beauty-tautened bow;
And where you strike no hand may dare
Pluck forth the arrow quivering there.
-Ella Young