 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
III
THE FRIEZE
What happy musings genial wentWith airiest touch the chisel lent
To frisk and curvet light
Of horses gay—their riders grave—
Contrasting so in action brave
With virgins meekly bright,
Clear filing on in even tone
With pitcher each, one after one
Like water-fowl in flight.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |