TO-DAY, all day, I rode upon the down, With hounds and horsemen, a brave company On this side in its glory lay the sea, On that the Sussex weald, a sea of brown. The wind was light, and brightly the sun shone, And still we gallop'd on from gorse to gorse: And once, when check'd, a thrush sang, and my horse Prick'd his quick ears as to a sound unknown. I knew the Spring was come. I knew it even Better than all by this, that through my chase In bush and stone and hill and sea and heaven I seem'd to see and follow still your face. Your face my quarry was. For it I rode, My horse a thing of wings, myself a god. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE IDAHO EGG WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON ON THE MEMORABLE VICTORY OF PAUL JONES by PHILIP FRENEAU THE HUDSON by GEORGE SIDNEY HELLMAN THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE FIRST OF MAY by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |