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 Aye-yee—I see—a cloud afloat in air of amethyst I know its racing shadow falls on banks of gold Where rain-rejoicing gravel warms the feeding roots And smells more wonderful than wine. I know the shoots Of myrtle and of asphodel now stir the mould Where wee cool noses sniff the early mist. Aye-yee—the sparkle of the little springs I see That tinkle as they hunt the thirsty rill. I know the cobwebs glitter with the jeweled dew. I see a fleck of brown—it was a skylark flew To scatter bursting music, and the world is still To listen. Ah, my heart is bursting too—Aye-yee!

(It begins with a swinging crash, and fades away.)

Aye-yee, aye-yah—the kites see far (But also to the foxes views unfold)— No hour alike, no places twice the same. Nor any track to show where morning came, Nor any footprint in the moistened mould To tell who covered up the morning star. Aye-yee—aye-yah!

Aye-yee—I see—new rushes crowding upwards in the mere Where, gold and white, the wild duck preens himself Safe hidden till the sun-drawn, lingering mists melt. I know the secret den where bruin dwelt.