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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VI. Fancy.  1904.
 
Poems of Sentiment: II. Life
The Wild Ride
Louise Imogen Guiney (1861–1920)
 
I hear in my heart, I hear in its ominous pulses,
All day, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses;
All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping and neighing.
 
Cowards and laggards fall back; but alert to the saddle,
Straight, grim, and abreast, vault our weather-worn, galloping legion,        5
With stirrup-cup each to the one gracious woman that loves him.
 
The road is through dolor and dread, over crags and morasses;
There are shapes by the way, there are things that appall or entice us:
What odds? We are knights, and our souls are but bent on 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, the commotion of sinewy, mane-tossing horses,
All night, from their cells, the importunate tramping and neighing.
 
We spur to a land of no name, outracing the storm-wind;
We leap to the infinite dark, like the sparks from the anvil.        20
Thou leadest, O God! All ’s well with Thy troopers that follow!
 
 
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