Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
“THE HORSE AND (NOT) HIS RIDER”
IN LEICESTER-SQUARE. |
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“THE HORSE AND (NOT) HIS RIDER” IN LEICESTER-SQUARE.
Why stand'st thou riderless, mysterious Steed!'Mid waifs and strays, and wastes; while cross hard-by—
Strange contrast!—Life's quick currents? Will none try
To mount thee, test thy mettle and thy breed?
Thy long arrears demand thy strain of speed
To fetch thee up abreast o' the times, which fly
Swift by thee: fall'n i' th' abject rear far, lie
Old memories, rider, worn-out faith, and creed!
It seems he could not sit thee, and is gone
Where all go, who ride not well up with Time!
Bold rider needs thy back! With such an one,
“The coming Man!” With thundering hoof sublime,
Ventre à terre, and, straining every limb,
Thou'dst leap the Future. Hark! he comes anon!
Stones from The Quarry | ||