Roy Campbell (1901-1957)

　　From the dark woods that breathe of fallen showers,

　　Harnessed with level rays in golden reins,

　　The zebras draw the dawn across the plains

　　Wading knee-deep among the scarlet flowers.

　　The sunlight, zithering their flanks with fire,

　　Flashes between the shadows as they pass

　　Barred with electric tremors through the grass

　　Like wind along the gold strings of a lyre.

　　Into the flushed air snorting rosy plumes

　　That smoulder round their feet in drifting fumes,

　　With dove-like voices call the distant fillies,

　　While round the herds the stallion wheels his flight,

　　Engine of beauty volted with delight,

　　To roll his mare among the trampled lilies.