elements of poetry

sun and wind and beat of sea
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
be not false
against the green flame of the hawthorn-tree
do the boys and girls still go
the saddest of the year
softly now the light of day
what was it the engines said
long ago, in the young moonlight
there was a time in former years
see, they return
above them all, looking down
i said
a flying word from here and there