AY, all day,
I rode upon the down,
With hounds and horsemen, a brave
On this side in its glory lay the sea,
On that the Sussex weald, a sea of brown.
The wind was light, and brightly the sun shone,
And still we gallop'd on from gorse to gorse:
And once, when check'd, a thrush sang, and my
Prick'd his quick ears as to a sound unknown. I knew the Spring was come.
I knew it
Better than all by this, that through my
In bush and stone and hill and sea and heavenI seem'd to see and follow still your face.
Your face my quarry was.
For it I rode,
My horse a thing of wings, myself a god.
