Stallion Of White Thunder

A stallion of white thunder Throughout the heavens Lower heavens low Raced Lower, lower, lower Till it landed On a plain in an island Small And silent in the night From the bustling buscade of The thoughts the chattering Words That through the mornings rose. Towards the night! Towards the night! Keep Dawn away one hour! A Voice rose and spoke Thundering Was It from the heavens above? The erect Poet Seer At the high heavens looked: And silent asked His eyes shone as the stars And Glistened as the stars But Yet Spoke not the heavens But on their fringes smiled A smile that told what books and Speeches long do tell.