On Hearing of the Death of Harvey

So you are gone from me
And I not there to see you gallop one last time
Across your field
Throw up your head and the fall down
Under the Walnut tree.
I see you there and yet cannot —
For all I see is the brave head and the kicked up hooves
And the mud flung on and and Hunt in an English Autumn
Now you hunt and sport in Elysian fields
It is I who am apart
For I must wait to join you in your Glory.

by Lorna Bain — December 29th, 1985