You look askance at me. Do you take my horse For Pegasus? Of course He steps like Poetry, But he's a quiet beast. I think I hear you say You don't like in the least His fleet-footed way. But your light flitting mare Skims the meadows too. Her nimble feet pursue The stony dales, dare The sloping pastures, leap The brooks. You do the things I do in dreams, asleep -- (Pegasus has wings)! You canter wide-awake. Your mare is real; my steed Imaginary. Need You then suspect me? Take The cloud-rack by my side! Partners, Life and Art, Adventurers, we ride To rhythms in heaven's heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE JEW TO JESUS by FLORENCE KIPER FRANK WITH A COPY OF HERRICK by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY THE CROSS OF SNOW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW POCAHONTAS [JANUARY 5, 1608] by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY |