The enquiring fields, courtesies <br />And tribulations of the air- <br />Be still and give them peace: <br /> <br />The girl in the gold hair <br />With her young man in clover <br />In shadow of the day's glare <br /> <br />And there they were by the river <br />Where a leafs light interval <br />Ringed the deep hurrying mirror; <br /> <br />Yet naught there to befall <br />Such meditations as beguile <br />Courage when love grows tall <br /> <br />For tall he was in green style <br />Of a willow shaking the pool. <br />'Let time be quiet as a mile,' <br /> <br />He said, 'time is love's fool.' <br />Yet time he would appease: <br />'Time, be easy and cool.' <br /> <br />The enquiring courtesies <br />Of first dusk then debated <br />To cloud their agonies: <br /> <br />She, her head back, waited <br />Barbarous the stalking tide; <br />He, nor balked nor sated <br /> <br />But plunged into the wide <br />Area of mental ire, <br />Lay at her wandering side.<br /><br />Allen Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pastoral-7/
