ON THE HEATH.

HER face's wilful flash and glow Turned all its light upon my face One bright delirious moment's space, And then she passed: I followed slow

Across the heath, and up and round, And watched the splendid death of day Upon the summits far away, And in her fateful beauty found

The fierce wild beauty of the light That startles twilight on the hills, And lightens all the mountain rills, And flames before the feet of night.