Classic Poem

Where they walk along on the green:
Their white feet,
The lilt of a song and their teeth are seen
Like white stones,
Little white stones
In the pink of the dawn!

Have you seen them at all
On the green grass?
The white feet that softly pass
On the sod?
And the dews of God
Hang as they hung
On the heather, the flowers and the grass
Where their feet have trod!

Silk-soft, milk-white,
The feet are moving,
The air of a song—a forgotten song
That seeks its words,
The lost white feathers
Of holy birds.