after all white horses are in bed
will you walking beside me,my very lady,
if scarcely the somewhat city
wiggles in considerable twilight
touch(now)with a suddenly unsaid
gesture lightly my eyes?
And send life out of me and the night
absolutely into me….a wise
and puerile moving of your arm will
do suddenly that
will do
more than heroes beautifully in shrill
armour colliding on huge blue horses,
and the poets looked at them,and made verses,
through the sharp light cryingly as the knights flew.