What's O'Clock/Mackerel Sky
MACKEREL SKY
I ride, ride, Through the spotted sunlight of an April forestDown a pathway bewildered with crocus cups, The wind dallies with the plume of my helmet. I ride, ride, Seeking those adventures to which I am dedicate, Determined, but without alertness, Ungraciously ignoring the salutations of the young, jocund leaves.
Lady, Far as you are from me in distance of place, I know you yet farther off in good will of heart. Wherefore, Although I make a brave show in armour of green and carnation Rivetted with the flowers which are called "you-love-me-not" of white and yellow, And on my shield a waning moon in a field of azure, I am gayer in my colours than in my heart.