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.