His hottest love and most delight

The rooster knows for speed of fear

And winds her down and treads her right

And leaves her stuffed with dazzled cheer,

Rumpled allwhichways in her lint,

Who swears, shrugs, redeems her face,

And serves to mind us how a sprint

Heads swiftliest for the state of grace.

I loitered weeping with my bride for gladness

Her walking side against and both embracing

Through the brash brightening rain that now the season changes

White on the fallen air that now my fallen the fallen girl her grave effaces.