The cuckoos double note
Loosened like bubbles from a drowning throat
Floats through the air
In mockery of pipit, lark and stare.
The stable-boys thud by
Their horses slinging divots at the sky
And with bright hooves
Printing the sodden turf with luck grooves.
As still as a windhover
A shepherd in his flapping coat leans over
His tall sheep-crook
And shearlings, tegs and yoes cons like a book.
And one tree-crowned long barrow
Stretched like a sow that has brought forth her farrow
Hides a kings bones
Lying like broken sticks among the stones.
