Robert Frost - The Freedom of the Moon lyrics

I've tried the new moon tilted in the air Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster As you might try a j**el 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.