Dartle

my star that dartles the red and the blue

The brooks that sometimes run dry, or hide under the smooth stones; In the time of fullness leaping from ledge to ledge down to the big brook that never dries; Where the trout dartle and the pools are shadowy and cool[…]

The crimson banners of Samarkand dartled above the low breakers of drifted sand. Plumed helmets swam along the dunes like shark fins over billows.