Classic Poem

And then she saw me creeping!
Saw and stood
Transfixed upon the fringes of the wood,
And straight went, leaping!

Headlong, down the pitch
Of the curved hill!
Over the ditch,
And through the skirt of bushes by the rill
She pelted screaming!

Swerved from the water, sideways, with a twist,
Just as I clutched —
And missed!

Flashed white beneath my hand, and doubled back,
Swift as a twisting hare upon her track,
Hot for the hill again!
But all in vain!

Her hair swung far behind!
Straight as a stream balanced upon the wind!
Oh, it was black! Dipped
In the dregs of midnight, with a spark
Caught from a star, that smouldered in the dark!

It I gripped!
Drew for a moment tight!
Jerked, with a victor's cry,
Down in the grasses high
Her to the hot brown earth and threatened — daft —

And then!
... She laughed!