Your Shadow

From Swindon out to White Horse Hill     I walked, in morning rain,     And saw your shadow lying there.     As clear and plain     As lies the White Horse on the Hill     I saw your shadow lying there.     Over the wide green downs and bleak,     Unthinking, free I walked,     And saw your shadow fluttering by.     Almost it talked,     Answering what I dared not speak     While thoughts of you ran fluttering by....     So on to Baydon sauntered, teased     With that pure native air.     Sometimes the sweetness of wild thyme     The strings of care     Did pluck; sometimes my soul was eased     With more than sweetness of wild thyme.     Sometimes within a pool I caught     Your face, upturned to mine.     And where sits Chilton by the waters     Your look did shine     Wildly in the mill foam that sought     To hide you in those angry waters.     And yet, O Sweet, you never knew     Those downs, the thymy air     That with your spirit haunted is--     Yes, everywhere!     Ah, but my heart is full of you,     And with your shadow haunted is.