FOETRY.
PASSE-PIED. (To M. S.)
Strut cool peace as fills
Dim solitudes with trembling light at eve Fresh after summer thunder : the 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 lifted manes, that gleam Tossing 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.
FREDERIC MANNING.
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