I remember the cleared streets, the strange suspense, As if a thunderstorm were under way; Magnificently furious, hurrying thence, The fire-eyed horses racing to the fray; Out of old Homer where the heroes are, Beating upon the whirlwind thunderous hoofs, Wild horses and plumed Ajax in his car: Oh, in those days we still possessed the proofs Men battled shouting by the gates of Troy, With shields of triple brass and spears of flame. What ring on stone and steel; those horses came Like horses of gods that whirl to the dawn's burning, They came, and they are gone, and unreturning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MONK IN THE KITCHEN by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH RICH AND POOR; OR, SAINT AND SINNER by THOMAS LOVE PEACOCK SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 1 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY A FARMHOUSE DIRGE by ALFRED AUSTIN |