mild light the mountain had loomed,
With a tall, purple peak bursting out from the blue.
I pull'd her together, I press'd her, and she
Shot down the decline to the Company's yard,
And on by the paddocks, yet under my knee
I could feel her heart thumping the saddle-flaps hard.
Yet a mile and another, and now we were near
The goal, and the fields and the farms flitted past;
And 'twixt the two fences I turned with a cheer,
For a green grass-fed mare 'twas a far thing and fast;
And labourers, roused by her galloping hoofs,
Saw bare-headed rider and foam-sheeted steed;
And shone the white walls and the slate-coloured roofs
Of the township. I steadied her then--I had need--
Where stood the old chapel (where stands the new church--
Since chapels to churches have changed in that town).
A short, sidelong stagger, a long, forward lurch,
A slight, choking sob, and the mare had gone down.
I slipp'd off the bridle, I slacken'd the girth,
I ran on and left her and told them my news;
I saw her soon afterwards. What was she worth?
How much for her hide? She had never worn shoes.
No Name
"A stone upon her heart and head,
But no name written on that stone;
Sweet neighbours whisper low instead,
This sinner was a loving one."--Mrs. Browning.
'Tis a nameless stone that stands at your head--
The gusts in the gloomy gorges whirl
Brown leaves and red till they cover your bed--
Now I trust that your sleep is a sound one, girl!
I said in my wrath, when his shadow cross'd
From your garden gate to your cottage door,
"What does it matter for one soul lost?
Millions of souls have been lost before."
Yet I warn'd you--ah! but my words came true--
"Perhaps some day you will find him out."
He who was not worthy to loosen your shoe,
Does his conscience therefore prick him? I doubt.
You laughed and were deaf to my warning voice--
Blush'd and were blind to his cloven hoof--
You have had your chance, you have taken your choice
How could I help you, standing aloof?
He has prosper'd well with the world--he says
I am mad--if so, and if he be sane,
I, at least, give God thanksgiving and praise
That there lies between us one difference plain.
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You in your beauty above me bent
In the pause of a wild west country ball
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