Was yon a charger, or A flashing meteor That passed me, blinding bright, A levin-shaft alight? The dawn had lent its pale Effulgence for a veil, Wherein (and it was apt Indeed) he fled enwrapped. And, as he sped, he thought The urgent morning sought To capture (but in vain) Its glittering loan again. The stars hung in the sky, So swiftly he swept by; The clouds in wonderment Guessed not the way he went. Astonishing indeed: Though he excelled in speed The stars, for all his haste The dust his feet abased. What noble prize is he To treasure jealously; His saddle-cloth (behold!) Spun all of liquid gold. Some copyist, I think, With musk in lieu of ink Upon his pasterns dripped A line of manuscript. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WOMAN'S INCONSTANCY by ROBERT AYTON THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK |