First line: The new moon hangs like an ivory bugle.
Written in Steep.
Poem 18 in R. George Thomas, The Collected Poems of Edward Thomas (1978), p. 65.
(1) British Library (Add MSS. 44990), two versions
(2) Typescript poem found among the Robert Frost papers in Dartmouth College Library
(3) Typescript sent to Harry Hooton, bought by Norman Colbeck, now in the Colbeck Collection, University of British Columbia
First published in Edward Eastaway [Edward Thomas], Poems (1917).