THE WINGED HORSEMAN.
Down the green distance of cathedral woods,
Methought a youth sat mounted for a journey,
Reining a steed within whose cloudy eyes
Slumber and flame contended. I could see
How sullenly he hung upon the bit,
And trod all greenness from the place beneath
With ponderous, restless hoofs. Light sat the rider,
As one who feels his strength.
The early dawn
Lit the pale semblance of an angel's glory
Over his brow. Nor sword nor shield bare he.
Many I saw on fretting, fiery steeds,
Methought a youth sat mounted for a journey,
Reining a steed within whose cloudy eyes
Slumber and flame contended. I could see
How sullenly he hung upon the bit,
And trod all greenness from the place beneath
With ponderous, restless hoofs. Light sat the rider,
As one who feels his strength.
The early dawn
Lit the pale semblance of an angel's glory
Over his brow. Nor sword nor shield bare he.
Many I saw on fretting, fiery steeds,
