The noon a mystic dog with paws of fire Runs through the sky in ecstasy of drouth Licking the earth with tongue of golden flame Set in a burning mouth It floods the forest with loud barks of light And chases its own shadow on the plains Some secret Master-hand hath set it free Awhile from silver chains At last towards the cinctured end of day It drinks cool draughts from sunset-mellowed rills, Then chained to twilight by the Master's hand It sleeps among the hills.