I dream for the equable hour and the dream became a river a stream of running lead I felt its timeless flow and its ageless strain to burden me I sat on the grey bank sand I watched passing of waves And the stream bore a body pale and quiescent wench a bride came with the tides eyes open unseeing were of same colour as the stream I pondered this solemnly And the earth shook my thoughts and the river went running red as a mountain falling heavy a hoof struck the ground I turned to see and behold spanning from horizon to zenith of the sky a mare rearing its legs foremost reaching above clouds hinder trampling the earth casting an ancient rhythm and this earth resounds...