There are clouds behind the stars,
racing over college spires,
ragged over Oxfordshire;
Sunrise was too sudden,
was too bright too soon;
perhaps I should have turned away,
have taken time. But now,
eclipsed and sightless,
scattered dawns dance shattered
in my deliquescent eyes.
for sight, and dry the stars away,
and somewhere on the breeze that
herds the clouds I sense
the dimming of the day.