Out of what stabled brain have you pranced, Grecian horse? Were its floors White marble and its roof all hammered gold, Or was it all swirling mists, Half ancient and half modern? Were you meant to be a centaur? Did you ever snort, Throw your proud neck back, And paw the ground with hoofs, All shod with splendour Near a man's shadow that answered To the name of Homer? Or perhaps you waved your flowing Tail in unison with the quivering Harp strings, that vibrated To the deathless love songs Of a young maiden called Sappho? Let me leap on your broad back, And feel your magnificent body under me, Carrying me back to that lost age of beauty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT TO CHILDREN: 6. BIRDS OF THE AIR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET PSALM 5; AUGUST 12, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE MEASURE, HYMN 4 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CHANCE AND CHANGE by THOMAS CAMPION THE CHINESE SON by ELIZABETH MARGARET CHANDLER COUNTERS by ELIZABETH JANE COATSWORTH RESOLUTION OF A POETICAL QUESTION CONCERNING FOUR RURAL SISTERS: 3 by CHARLES COTTON |