TOGETHER

TOGETHER

Splashing along the boggy woods all day,


And over brambled hedge and holding clay,


I shall not think of him:


But when the watery fields grow brown and dim,


And hounds have lost their fox, and horses tire,


I know that he'll be with me on my way


Home through the darkness to the evening fire.

He's jumped each stile along the glistening lanes;


His hand will be upon the mud-soaked reins;


Hearing the saddle creak,


He'll wonder if the frost will come next week.


I shall forget him in the morning light;


And while we gallop on he will not speak:


But at the stable-door he'll say good-night.