I WALKED one day on a road in Devon
A road that rose till it touched the blue,
Where high in the curtained halls of Heaven
The God of all beauty reigned, I knew.
Out of the dawn had a light snow drifted,
The line of the road was limned in white.
And over the edge of the world it lifted
Beautiful, burnished, broad and bright.
A horseman had passed in the morning early.
Each hoof of his steed had left its mould,
And now as the noon sun caught them fairly
Every track was a curve of gold.
The snow was a highway white to Heaven,
Golden-flecked where the hoofprints lay;
And there's many a fairy lane in Devon,
But this was surely the Wonder- Way!
