To A Black Greyhound

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 the 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. God of speed, who makes the fire - God of Peace, who lulls the same - God who gives the fierce desire, Lust for blood as fierce as flame - God who stands in Pity's name - Many may ye be or less, Ye who rule the earth and sun: Gods of strength and gentleness, Ye are ever one.