After this the halt and summer Parted company; and taking Off his cap at night the
Took a hundred blinding stills.
Lilac clusters faded; plucking Off an armful of new lightnings,
From the field he tried to throw them At the mansion in the hills.
And when waves of evil laughter Rolled along the iron roofing And, like charcoal on a drawing,
Showers thundered on the fence,
Then the crumbling mind began to Blink; it seemed it would be floodlit Even in those distant comers Where the light is now intense.
