The Silver Plough-Boy

A black figure dances in a black field.
It seizes a sheet, from the ground, from a bush, as if spread
there by some wash-woman for the night.
It wraps the sheet around its body, until the black figure
is silver.
It dances down a furrow, in the early light, back of a crazy
plough, the green blades following.
How soon the silver fades in the dust! How soon the black
figure slips from the wrinkled sheet! How softly the
sheet falls to the ground!