What do I stare at -- not the colt That frisks in yon green field; so strong That he can leap about and run, Yet is too weak to stand up straight When his mother licks him with her tongue. No, no, my eyes go far beyond, Across that field to yon far hill, Where one white horse stands there alone; And nothing else is white to see, Outside a house all dark and still. 'Death, are you in that house?' think I -- 'Is that horse there on your account? Can I expect a shadow soon, Seen in that horse's ghostly ribs -- When you come up behind, to mount!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 5. THE STEVEDORES by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL FRIENDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PESSIMIST AND OPTIMIST by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PACIFIC RAILWAY by C. R. BALLARD URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: THE THIRD CANTO, OR FULL MOON by WILLIAM BASSE VARIATIONS ON SAPPHO: 33 by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |