Post by dad2paisley on Apr 18, 2006 22:40:19 GMT -5
I came across this and thought it was good to share.
To a Black Greyhound
by Julian Grenfell
Shining black in the shining light,
Inky black in the golden sun,
Graceful as the swallow's flight,
Light as swallow, winged one,
Swift as driven hurricane—
Double-sinewed stretch and spring,
Muffled thud of flying feet,
See the black dog galloping,
Hear his wild foot-beat.
See him lie when day is dead,
Black curves curled on the boarded floor,
Sleepy eyes, my sleepy-head—
Eyes that were aflame before.
Gentle now, they burn no more;
Gentle now and softly warm,
With the fire that made them bright
Hidden--as when after storm
Softly falls the night.
To a Black Greyhound
by Julian Grenfell
Shining black in the shining light,
Inky black in the golden sun,
Graceful as the swallow's flight,
Light as swallow, winged one,
Swift as driven hurricane—
Double-sinewed stretch and spring,
Muffled thud of flying feet,
See the black dog galloping,
Hear his wild foot-beat.
See him lie when day is dead,
Black curves curled on the boarded floor,
Sleepy eyes, my sleepy-head—
Eyes that were aflame before.
Gentle now, they burn no more;
Gentle now and softly warm,
With the fire that made them bright
Hidden--as when after storm
Softly falls the night.
