Over by Peppard
A great light shone:
It looked to the shepherd
Like the setting sun.

It looked to the keeper
Like a bright cloud bank
That coloured deeper
The red deer's flank.

It looked to the miller
Where the mill race flowed
Like a tall gold pillar
Of fire and cloud.

It looked to the farmer
Like the sun through the trees
And the air grown warmer
That had seemed to freeze.

It looked to the ploughmen
And the takers-in of hay
Like the crystal omen
Of another clear day.

And it looked to the drover
Like a burning glass.
But only the lover
Knew what it was.