Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HUMBLE HORSE, by GEORGE H. DILLON


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THE HUMBLE HORSE, by                    
First Line: Who wouldn't ride as high as bellerophon
Last Line: The march of thunders driving under him.
Subject(s): Animals; Bellerophon; Horses


Who wouldn't ride as high as Bellerophon
If he had such a splendid horse to ride?
I cannot feign content, debate upon
Matters of recklessness; I cannot hide
My envy of that furious golden leap
Dizzily into the sun: Through every even
Step of my humble horse I hear the steep
Hoof of Pegasus beating the clouds of heaven.

Bellerophon fell more swift than the rain sighing
Over the flattened field where he sprawled dead.
But marvellous, even that moment before dying --
Ere the wild upward ecstasy could dim:
The tumult of the wind about his head,
The march of thunders driving under him.





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