Momentary

I never glimpse her but she goes Who had been basking in the sun, Her links of chain mail one by one Aglint with pewter, bronze and rose. I never see her lying coiled Atop the garden step, or under A dark leaf, unless I blunder And by some motion she is foiled. Too late I notice as she passes Zither of chromatic scale— I only ever see her tail Quicksilver into tall grasses. I know her only by her flowing, By her glamour disappearing Into shadow as I’m nearing— I only recognize her going.