When the liquid moonlight dripped
Like water from their manes,
And the blinding white on white
On silver blazed across the lanes.
Where the shadows slipped-and ran
The gauntlet of the dust
And the lace-wing patterns lit
Their listening ears with frost.
Very short –the miles we went
Here the noise
And weep – for all must go
And drain away with base alloys.
Born 7th November 1921, died 18th January, 2008