Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE KING'S SON, by THOMAS BOYD First Line: Who rideth through the driving rain Last Line: His lonely human cry. Subject(s): Horseback Riding | ||||||||
Who rideth through the driving rain At such a headlong speed? Naked and pale he rides amain Upon a naked steed. Nor hollow nor height his going bars, His wet steed shines like silk, His head is golden to the stars And his limbs are white as milk. But, lo, he dwindles as the light That lifts from a black mere, And, as the fair youth wanes from sight, The steed grows mightier. What wizard by yon holy tree Mutters unto the sky Where Macha's flame-tongued horses flee On hoofs of thunder by? Ah, 'tis not holy so to ban The youth of kingly seed: Ah! woe, the wasting of a man Who changes to a steed! Nightly upon the Plain of Kings, When Macha's day is nigh, He gallops; and the dark wind brings His lonely human cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITENESS I REMEMBER by SYLVIA PLATH ON THE ROAD TO CHORRERA by ARLO BATES HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM GHENT TO AIX by ROBERT BROWNING ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 49 by PHILIP SIDNEY RIDING LESSON by HENRY SPLAWN TAYLOR AT THE LATTICE by ALFRED AUSTIN |
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