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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern American Poetry.  1919.
 
Louise Imogen Guiney. 1861–
 
23. The Wild Ride
 
I HEAR in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, 
All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses, 
All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing. 
  
Let cowards and laggards fall back! But alert to the saddle 
Weatherworn and abreast, go men of our galloping legion,         5
With a stirrup-cup each to the lily of women that loves him. 
  
The trail is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses; 
There are shapes by the way, there are things that appal or entice us: 
What odds? We are Knights of the Grail, we are vowed to the riding. 
  
Thought's self is a vanishing wing, and joy is a cobweb,  10
And friendship a flower in the dust, and glory a sunbeam: 
Not here is our prize, nor, alas! after these our pursuing. 
  
A dipping of plumes, a tear, a shake of the bridle, 
A passing salute to this world and her pitiful beauty; 
We hurry with never a word in the track of our fathers.  15
  
I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses, 
All day, on the road, the hoofs of invisible horses, 
All night, from their stalls, the importunate pawing and neighing. 
  
We spur to a land of no name, outracing the storm-wind; 
We leap to the infinite dark like sparks from the anvil.  20
Thou leadest, O God! All's well with Thy troopers that follow. 
 
 
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