HIS broad-brimmed hat pushed back with careless air, The proud vaquero sits his steed as free As winds that toss his black abundant hair. No rover ever swept a lawless sea With such a haught and heedless air as he Who scorns the path, and bounds with swift disdain Away, a peon born, yet born to be A splendid king; behold him ride and reign. How brave he takes his herds in branding days, On timbered hills that belt about the plain; He climbs, he wheels, he shouts through winding ways Of hiding ferns and hanging fir; the rein Is loose, the rattling spur drives swift; the mane Blows free; the bullocks rush in storms before; They turn with lifted heads, they rush again, Then sudden plunge from out the wood, and pour A cloud upon the plain with one terrific roar. Now sweeps the tawny man on stormy steed, His gaudy trappings tossed about and blown About the limbs as lithe as any reed; The swift long lasso twirled above is thrown From flying hand; the fall, the fearful groan Of bullock toiled and tumbled in the dust -- The black herds onward sweep, and all disown The fallen, struggling monarch that has thrust His tongue in rage and rolled his red eyes in disgust. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA PASSION'S HOUNDS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES SYMPATHY (2) by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MAY MAGNIFICAT by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS PRAYER by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG THE BALLAD OF BITTER FRUIT by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE |