Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE RIDER, by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES Poet's Biography First Line: He rode out over the moorland Last Line: And his ears were stopped with clay. Subject(s): Travel; Wales; Wandering & Wanderers; Journeys; Trips; Welshmen; Welshwomen | ||||||||
I HE rode out over the moorland, He rode out over the way, And a singing lark rose up to Heaven In praise of the eyes of day: And he saw the dew on the heather-bells And the sunlight on the may. II And he said: 'Tis good to wander When the blood runs blithe and gay, And a man must take his journeyings And his questing while he may That the dark of his long December Shall glow with the sunlit way Of the warmth and the colour of cities Which he knew in his life's hey-day: For how comes wisdom to any man Who has not had his play In the silver riot of Springtime When the years go like a day? But the soul of me is as strong as steel And it will not fall astray.' III He rode back over the moorland, He rode back over the way, But he heard no song rise up to Heaven And he saw no hawthorn spray For his eyes were dim with the city mists, And his ears were stopped with clay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ANTICHRIST, OR THE REUNION OF CHRISTENDOM; AN ODE by GILBERT KEITH CHESTERTON WALES VISITATION by ALLEN GINSBERG WELSH INCIDENT by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES THE BARD; A PINDARIC ODE by THOMAS GRAY THE TRIUMPHS OF OWEN: A FRAGMENT by THOMAS GRAY WELSH LANDSCAPE by RONALD STUART THOMAS A BALLAD OF GLYNDWR'S RISING by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES A HYMN FOR ST. DAVID'S DAY (TO THE MEMORY OF SIR OWEN M. EDWARDS) by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES A SONG OF CALDEY (TO THE PRIOR AND BENEDICTINE BRETHREN ON THE ISLAND) by ARTHUR GLYN PRYS-JONES |
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