Star whinnied, and asked for more sugar. She put her hand On his neck for a moment that matched the new green leaves And sticky buds of April. You would have said They were grace in quietness, seen so, woman and horse.⁠ ⁠…

The widened ripple breaks against a stone The heavy noon walks over Chancellorsville On brazen shoes, but where the squadron rode Into the ambush, the blue flies are coming To blow on the dead meat.