At dusk (alas!) how he drove out again.
Were swollen truly into giant-size.
As caused his truthful elders real distress.
Tremulously tender song of greeting to the May.
Peering up with glimmering pebbles, like the eyes of love.
And the blue skies of eyes beneath it there.
She pushing it, too glad for anything!
Was feverish even as their high delight.