ANTHOLOGY OF MASSACHUSETTS POETS (57)

    SOME saw a dragon eating up the light, Oho！ Oho！ Oho, ho, ho！ Some heard a lost bird riding out the night, Oho！ Oho！ Oho, ho, ho！

    But I saw： A low dark hill with its twisted back Two wings of flame from the green cloud rack, A sprawling flank overlaid with leaf Glitter and gleam and shine like steel, Crackle and lash like a serpent's tail！

    And I heard： The wind draw out of the west and wail, Dance and stagger and jig and reel！ With the long low sound of a life in grief！

    I saw a life in grief Oho！ ho！ Oho, ho, ho Dance and stagger and jig and reel！ Oho！ Oho！ Oho, ho, ho！