Beyond this world where skies are free from stain, Where brilliant flowers blow in open meads, I heard the drumming hooves of many steeds Raise maddening music from a grassy plain. They passed, with snorting nostril, flying mane, And fiery spirit; and the lad who breeds Their mettled herd, and pastures them, and feeds, Rode the black foremost, scorning spur or rein. His eyes were like a seer's and like a child's. His body shone irradiating joy. He fought his furious mount with strength and art. And then my mind divined the glorious boy As Eros, tamer in the heavenly wilds Of all the passions of the human heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JEALOUSY by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A CHRISTMAS CAROL by GEORGE WITHER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD SAVONAROLA BROWN, SELECTION by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM LINES SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN BY BURNS by ROBERT BURNS |