ON THE HEATH.

By Arthur Symons

HER face's wilful flash and glow

Turned all its light upon my face

One bright delirious moment's space,

And then she passed: I followed slow

Across the heath, and up and round,

And watched the splendid death of day

Upon the summits far away,

And in her fateful beauty found

The fierce wild beauty of the light

That startles twilight on the hills,

And lightens all the mountain rills,

And flames before the feet of night.