November Song

He is training his colt
The Man in the Moon
I can see where the hooves have beaten down
A clear round ring
Can it be this thing
Forbodes rainfall soon?
Now I must hurry away for the brown
Leaves fall from November's tragic trees
And love that once shouted goes whispering
Of fearful mysteries
There shall be rain
Soon on the naked fields
Yet shall the Spartans fight again
These be U