At Night

Crazed shadows, from no golden body That I can see, embrace me warm ; All is purple and closed Round by night's arm. A brilliance wings from dark-lit voices, Wild lost voices of shadows white See the long houses lean To the weird flight. Star amorous things that wake at sleep-time (Because the sun spreads wide like a tree With no good fruit for them) Thrill secrecy. Pale horses ride before the morning, The secret roots of the sun to tread, With hoofs shod with venom And ageless dread; To breathe on burning emerald grasses And opalescent dews of the day, And poison at the core What smiles may stray.