Cambridge Poets 1900–1913

Francis Békássy . 2. Clouds. VEA, very swiftly do they veer , and fly; Their shadow dapples the abundant vale , And in a while no cloud is on the sky . Their forms are fanciful , of texture frail : And now like hounds in great pursuit they seem ! - Their prey will vanish in the opening morn . Only a little while the trappings gleam , And for a little space doth sound a horn . 3. Winds . room to . TIPTOE up and down and all about What folly prompts you , wind , from room ? Leave now the creaking staircases ; go out ; Make sturdy movement all across the broom And in the heather - bells ; or in a mead Stiffen the hairs upon a horse 's mane ; And , unreluctant as the moments speed Soar to destruction in the slanting rain .