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Ungiddied swallows skip in swooping trawls
By pastures’ floors, through quaking insect clouds;
Our giddy eyes pursue these swallow-falls
And east of even’ thralls with mystic shrouds:
‘tis here our praise is fed sublime repast
As time and time again the swallows pass!
Towards the west we traverse by the swan,
She ever sends her wakes to restful banks;
In lowering light she’s gliding to the sun
Past standing rush like legions’ marching flanks;
That gentlest quaking of a surface breeze
Travels by the footfall of our tracks;
Kinetic patterns ebb ‘neath Alder trees
Mutating in their watery feathered plaits;
Past Elder, Knap, Sweet Meadow’s Queen and Vetch
A glorious bridegroom’s blinding light unfolds:
Par’disian sights, in quivering climax stretch
Whence blasts the sun in his triumphal golds!
Here Summer’s saps in shining leaves delight
And shatter gaze all shimmering silvery white.
Between the sallows still the swallows trawl,
Now dun and long the gloam his shadows cast:
The lower the light, the deeper mystery calls,
Last o’er the stream the final swallow pass.