Hurleywayne

FOR M. S.

Such cool peace as fills Green solitudes with trembling light at eve, Fresh after summer thunder: and thin leaves Stir gleaming, and grow still; then the green light Alone moves, pulsing in pooled air, that shakes No more with sound. Quiet brims full; then break As dropping rain hurrying elfin feet, A silvery foam of sound blown as white spray, Sparkling with great bright bubbles: no sound to sense, Bright foam upon blue pools of quiet tossed: And a sight of waven manes that gleam Shaken in the twilight under luminous leaves; And challenging fairy horns that invite to the chace Gay, light o' heart. And the galloping host, Winding their horns, rush by as wind in the grass, Shimmering; and the horns from afar ring out, Farther and farther away.