Glide

Skating with poise and grace

Shake thy beauty with debate and sigh;

Blotting away in your anxious face,

Struck lip and heartache for their own eye.

Swifter I slew Death with last delight,

Both mist and beam to call my Bridegroom,

Rose the white moon in a big white night,

Filled the wind with tears of a perfume.

Kept a long time with her yellow hair,

A white hand stood till the day had ceased,

Laid flowers in the passionate air,

Filled the quiet chamber with increase.

She shines in the wedded reign of fate,

Close to the tilt, high over the sail,

Silent thy lay in thy wreathed estate,

Kept a dream at battle at the sale?

Although you drink the air with her name,

Arose as thy low glittering calm,

My Lordship paced to battle for game,

Silent the glittering of his palm.